Back to slavery

Chapter 7

What is going on? I banged on the door. “Let me out”. I keep hitting the door, but it remains shut and locked.

“Will do you no good” said a disembody voice.

“Whhhoo’s there” I studded.

“Just some misfortunate people like yourself who got trapped in this hell hole. You had best behave or else they will get you and believe me you don’t want that.”

I started crying. I can’t believe this is happing to me, I trusted him, I thought to myself.

The boat jerked to a start and we started moving. Scared, I sat down where I was at, praying that it would get better, that Mr. Smith did not trick me but, was helping me. But the look in his eyes told me all I needed to know, I was leaving and never coming back and that he was not there to help me.

Hours later, the door opened and someone threw a bucket inside, then shut the door again.

“Feeding time,” said the same voice. All at once, bodies started moving towards the bucket and people started eating. Reaching inside, I grabbed what felt like mush, not caring because I was hungry, I started eating what I could before it was all gone.

I had to go to the bathroom, and I asked everyone where we go if we had to pee and someone said" right where you stand. And that’s when it hit me; the smell was not just from the people's bodies but from them going on themselves.

The next day, a little bit of sunlight came through the cracks, and what I saw made my heart stop. There were not only the people I saw the night before when I came but others as well, some with skin as dark as night and others as white as snow. There were men, women and even children here. Some looked half staved and I think some were dead. I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

The door opened and the same man that took me on the ship came in and, with a gleam in his eyes, he looked at the women and grabbed one that was near me. “No no no no no.” she screamed. She tries to run but he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out to a cheering crowd of men. And the door shut but, not before I saw one of the men tear her shirt off.

Shaking, I back away from the door. “What are they going to do to her?

Someone said “Just be grateful that it was not you, now shut up”. I could not deal with this.

Days passed without another incident. The only time the door opened was to bring us slop and warm water. Once, they let us out so we could clean the room of all our waste, or dump a body. My mind started to shut down from the terror. Then one day the door opened and the girl came back, but she did not look the same. Her face was savagely beaten; her body was covered in bruises and cuts. Mumbling to herself, she just sat there rocking back and forth.

The guy was looking around again when he spotted me. Dreading that I was next, I started to back up.

Laughing, he says, “there is no wear for you to go. If we wanted you, we would have you.’ And with that he shuts the door, still laughing,

Each night a different girl was taken out to the waiting men. Sometimes they came back, and sometimes they were never seen again.

One night I was woken up by a laughing face.

Struggling, I tried to get away, but he was too strong and in the end he had me on the deck.

“You are the lucky one. You get to see the boss, but before you do, I have to get you cleaned up. No sense in you smelling up his cabin.”

He takes me up on deck and I see men everywhere, some lying down, some working and others talking. As we walked by, they started to touch me and grabbed at me. The man tells them to stop, that I was for the boss and that no one was to touch me.

Why was I so special? He takes me into a room with a tub and has me undress, even though I don’t want to get undressed in front of him. The call of a tub and cleanliness is too much for me. I take everything off and jump into the tub.” Awww” I sigh, this is good. It felt nice even if it did not last long. I took pleasure in this little luxury. When I was done, I was given new clothing and shoes. We headed back to the hallway to a different room.

He knocked on the door, “Come in,” said a gruff voice.

We walked into a cabin that was big; it had a view of the ocean, a big bed in the middle and a desk off to one side.

When I finally looked at whom it was that wanted to see me, I almost fainted. It was the same blue eyes that I trusted, and he was smiling at me.

“Mmmmr. Smith?” I wanted to scream, cry and hit him all at the same time.

“Now, now don’t be like that, I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?” Laughing, he takes me by my hand and brings me to the bed and sits me down. Without looking at the man, he tells him to leave.

I try to stand but he pushes me back on to the bed.

“Now, where do you think you’re going? Hum, I paid a lot of good money for you.”

Shocked, I just stared at him, my heart pounding so fast I thought it would pound out of my chest.

“Now don’t look at me like that, I saved you from that place. In fact, you should be thanking me for saving you. Come on now, what do you say?”

Was he serious. Did he really expect me to say thank you for putting me in that hell hole with all those people having, God knows what was done to them night after night? I tried to slap him in the face, but he just grabbed my arm and set me back down.

“Is that the thanks I get,” he yells. I will show you what happens to ungrateful people.”

Struggling, I try to get away, but his arms are like a vice grip, and he takes me over to a wall and shackles me to it.

Opening the door, he calls for laughing face. “Get the girl and bring in 5 this time, including you.”

Laughing face lights up and takes off as fast as he could. Mr. Smith closes the door and sits at his desk. He has the perfect view of the bed and so do I.

Less than a half hour later, they brought in a young girl struggling against laughing face. 4 more men came in and shut the door. One looked at me and was about to take a step when laughing face hit him upside the head. “What did I tell you? She belongs to the boss.’

“Right”, looking over, he says, “Sorry boss.”

Nodding, he just waves him on.

Horrified, I looked as they took the girl who could be no older than 18 and threw her on the bed. She tries getting up but one of the men quickly ties her up and takes her clothes off. She starts screaming but they put a rag in her mouth.

All the men started to get undressed; I could not believe my eyes. They were all going to do this girl at the same time.

One man got on the bed and put her hand on his member and made her rub him, while another started licking and sucking her breast. Another turned her onto her side, removed the gag and before she could scream, he held her mouth open and shoved his member up to the hilt, choking her. Another entered her from the front while laughing face entered from behind. This went on for hours, each one taking a turn inside her. There was not one hole that wasn’t filled.

Sometimes they would hit her or scratch her. One ended up taking her arm out of the socket. By the time they were done with her, she was passed out. They had to carry her out of the room.

I looked over at Mr. Smith and he had this gleam in his eyes that made me shiver.

Looking over at me, he just smiles. “Now you see what being ungrateful gets you” Standing up, he walks over to me and gently runs a finger down the front of my dress. “She’s lucky this time, usually I let all my men have a go.”

With that, he walks away leaving me chained to the wall and blows out the lamps before leaving me alone in the dark.