Chapter 7

They talked and laughed and I didn’t understand a word. I was not being led, I was being dragged. I had no idea what I was in store for until they opened a door and I could see what looked like home to about twenty people. Men, women, and kids were bedded down in every corner. My first thought was I was taken here to join them, be one of them. The women shouted at the men pointing to the little ones, and the other men rose to their feet. Some as old as my grandfather, others just on the verge of manhood. I was stared at, whispered about, and finally a few dared touch or poke at me. Nobody hurt me, or showed me signs of aggression, but I knew something was wrong in the air. I was told to sit and a woman actually made room for me on her blanket. She offered me a scrap of food which judging by what they had was a huge offering. I declined and pointed to one of the smaller girls and gestured she give it to her. the woman smiled and nodded. I felt a small sense of relief being here with them.

I slept but with one eye open. I didn’t know them and didn’t trust them. When morning came I tried to sneak out before anyone woke up. I almost made and would have if not for searching for my bag. It had everything in it and I wasn’t leaving without it. When I figured out where the door was a large set of hands grabbed me from behind. So close to leaving but he had other things in mind for me. I didn’t panic, until now they were not hostile but I was still not sure. He said something but the language barrier was an issue. He took me up a flight of stairs and into a large room. Looked like it was a conference room at one time. I was seated in the center and in his efforts to communicate told me to be quiet.

I watched as others entered the room. All men, no women, no little ones. Most were of Cuban decent, a few American’s but only a few. A man came next to me and made me stand. He turned me, lifted my hair, and made me walk with him around the line of men that had circled us. My ass was grabbed, my tits prodded, and more than a few times my dress was lifted from the back. it wasn’t monstrous but it gave me a bad feeling. After a few turns around them I was returned to my seat but not allowed to sit. The man that escorted me began yelling to the crowd. The yells went back and forth, first one and then another. They were all getting in on whatever this was. then someone yelled something and used a few English words, one of them being pussy. He motioned me to lift my dress and remove my nice clean panties. Now the fear was back. I was turned and pointed at. I heard whistles and cat calls. This was no good.

The yelling between them started again and after ten minutes everyone got quiet. The room began to thin out until only a select few remained. A man, a big man approached us and with his yellowed teeth turned over an envelope. He took me by the arm and made me walk with him. Are you fucking kidding me, I thought. Now I understood what was going on here. these motherfuckers just auctioned me off to the highest bidder. I was sold like property and now I was a complete basket case. As I passed the entrance to the room I seen my bag and fuck everyone, I wasn’t leaving without it and grabbed it before I could be stopped. I was taken to a van and told shut up, be still, or become roadkill. I was so scared I sat in the back of the van and cried.

The van drove for a long time. There were no windows so even if I did get out I had no idea where I was. when it stopped we were in a garage and I was taken by the wrist and marched up two flights of steps. The man that made me his purchase pointed to a room and when I went in he locked it from the outside. It was nothing more than a prison cell, 8 x 8 with a toilet right there in the room. There were blankets on the floor and I sink that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months. The only window was high on the wall and had bars on it. I wasn’t bought as a human; I was bought as an animal.

I was left alone for a long time and during that time I used my medications where it was needed the most and to take my head away from what nightmares were ahead I took two pills not even knowing what they were. It didn’t matter as long as I escaped this reality, escaped my newest experience in hell.

I thought I was hallucinating; a boy came in my cell and placed a tray on the dresser. He didn’t speak, didn’t look at me, just put it down along with a cup of who knows what and left. I say I was hallucinating because he was stark naked. His little pecker stiff as a board and still not more than three inches long. I was still high as a kite when I looked on the tray. Some disgusting bean dish and the drink was just tap water and not even cold. I was starving and as much as the food tasted horrible, I cleaned the plate. I went back to my blanket and just let my mind drift off to forget the trouble I was in. It worked for about an hour before my private quarters had unwanted visitors.

I was taken to a different room, a bathroom if you could call it that. the person that led me spoke English and I was told to clean myself inside and out. I had thirty minutes and if I knew what was good for me I would get the smell off my body. He stood there as I stripped and took all my clothes. The door closed and locked. I turned on the shower and at least there was a full bar of soap. I didn’t clean I scrubbed. Not for him but for me. I made sure I washed carefully where I had to but running water and soap made me feel a thousand times better. When I was finished I realized I had no clothes to put on. I stood there naked and waited. If I had my lotions and creams I would have applied them but they were locked away in my cell of a room. There was no mirror so I couldn’t even tell if my face had returned to normal.

When I heard the door open the same man walked in. Seeing me in the nude meant nothing to him. He handed me a short robe and said to put it on and follow him. He took me to a big room where it looked like a family was enjoying their time together. There was the man from the building, a woman my age, maybe a few years younger, and three teens, two boys and I girl. My presence didn’t even interrupt their conversation. I was told where to sit and not to speak unless spoken to and only answer what was asked.