Back to slavery

Chapter 10

Samar-Lynn POV

From that night forward, I was chained up either to the bed or to the wall. I was never allowed out; I ate, slept and bathed in that room. He did everything imaginable to me. Sometimes he would just hold me down and make me suck him off or he would take random items and stick them inside of me. Other times he would enjoy hitting me with random items until I passed out. It seemed that he was angry at me telling me it was all my fault and that he had to get me out of his mind. I was just waiting for the day he killed me.

The first time I felt him enter me from behind, I cried. It hurt so badly. He loved hearing me cry out and if I didn’t, he would keep going harder until I passed out or cried.

The last night was the worst. I was tied to the bed when the same 5 guys came in the first night. I knew then that he was done with me. He always told me that when he was done he would let the others have me because he did not like to share.

Laughing face was there and I could see by his expression how happy he was to finally have me. Looking down at me, he just grinned. Without saying a word, he pinched my n*****s really hard, making me cry out in pain. Pulling his pants down, he just entered me without saying anything. The man who walked up to me the first night opened my mouth and entered into me. I could taste his saltiness and wanted to gag but I was used to it. I could feel him sliding in and out of my throat. Making me swallow him as he released and I could feel him getting hard all over again.

Another guy had me rub him while he was sucking and licking my n*****s, and the last guy was trying to enter in from behind. They stopped and wanted to see how many could fit my front, but it did not work so they just decided to take turns and enter from any way they could.

I was so numbed I didn’t have any fight in me left. I could tell that Mr. Smith was getting turned on watching all these men violate me any which way they could. When they were done, Mr. Smith mounted me and went at me as fast and deep as he could. When he finished, he came all over me.

The next set of guys came in not caring that I had been used and dirty. They just did what the last set of guys did. It just kept going and going until there were no more men left.

Mr. Smith picked me up and cleaned me off. Talking to himself.

On our last night, he told me that I needed to get ready for my new life and that this was where we would part ways. He called in a man named John and told me he knew what to do.

After we got ready to depart, I saw the people that were in the room with me living in chains. John takes me to a waiting carriage, and we leave. I knew not to say anything. A week later, we end up in a camp. “This is where you are going to work.”

I look around and my heart drops. I saw women looking sick and haggard and knew that it was going to be me. I just looked at John and fainted.

I woke up later that night, in a tent. I could hear a soft whisper, so I turned in that direction.

“Oh you are awake, here sit up and drink this.”

I drank the water, feeling the coldness slide down, “I don’t know what they did to you but I told them to give you a few days to recover before sending you to work.”

I just started crying and wanted to die right then and there I knew that I would not be able to do this for the rest of my life.

“Don’t worry, you only have to do this for 3 years to pay off your debt and after that you are free to go.”

With that, the lady left.

I wanted to scream and cry but I was too numbed. I knew that I would never make it, 3 years and even if I did, where would I go, what would I do? This is the only life that I knew.

I laid back down and tried to sleep as much as I could, knowing that this would be the last time that i would ever rest like this again.