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13A/15 banging me against the wall, hitting me with their fist.  They assaulted me in every way they could.  They were attacking me and then they would give me a chance to speak to say where the guns were and I kept on saying, "I don't know".  This thing continued for a long time.  They were beating me, asking me questions, they were beating me.  There was a time I feared that I was going to die.  I started telling them lies.  I said, "There are guns".  I said, "There is a gun here".  I said it was on top of the wardrobe.  They ran on top of the wardrobe and they didn't find any and when they came back they were very angry.  They said I'm making them fools.  They attacked me again.  From there, they said, "These guns you are talking about, what kind of a gun?", so I said it was a small gun.  They said no, they were looking for an AK-47.  They showed me one of the long guns they had.  They said, "We want a gun that looks like this one".  I didn't know that gun.  I said to them, "I don't know that kind of a gun".  They called my father back while they still were dealing with me.  They told him that I had already told them that there is a gun.  When my father was inside I said I was in such pain I said that because I was in such pain, there is no such a gun I know of.  They started beating me in front of my father.  They also assaulted my father and kept on taking him outside.  They were still asking me where these guns were.  After about an hour, while they were assaulting me like this, they took me outside.  It was very cold on that day and I wasn't wearing warm - I just had pyjamas and it was a short-sleeved pyjama and even the pants of this pyjama was short, but it was very cold and I was in pain.  They went inside the house and started