The Corrections Museum bizarrely documents the corporal punishment tools employed by Thailand in the not-so-distant past.
The place is empty. The most recent visitor signed in days ago. There’s not a soul around as I step up to the outside exhibit and peer cautiously through the locked gate. A guard appears, and unlocks the gate, tugging at the metal door until it opens with a groan. He beckons me inside…He’s grinning…
Me. Alone. In an abandoned torture chamber. With gates that lock. And no one else around. I glance at the guard. I glance at the gate. The Guard. The Gate. There’s no effing way I’m going inside there!
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