When I was a Slave

2. How it Started

I was seventeen years old at that time and will turn eighteen in a month. My job as a prostitute continued. It turns out that there were a lot of flesh-thirsty pedophiles in the world. I lost count of how many old men used me. I stopped counting and begged them. I got used to it and let them do what they wanted with my body. I don’t know if I can still get out of this place. I give up hope and let fate decide whether or not I will die here.

Madam Ching? I have never heard from her since she left me here.

It was my usual night. A man was banging me on my back. He grabbed my hair, and his other hand snaked up to my stomach. He said his name was Aljur, but who cares? He was one of the men who liked to come to ease their needs. Then they went away until they were satisfied.

I tightened my grip on the sheet and relaxed my entrance. It already felt numb because of his constant movement inside. Aljur was a bit rough, but I could manage him. At least he was not slapping me. I hate it when men slap me. Aljur's movement became faster. I pointed more to my waist for his easy entrance. Aljur held on to my waist and continued moving. I could feel his manhood becoming more erect inside me.

“Ohh, b***h!” he moaned.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I fake moaned and fixed my bum. I tightened my v****a to make him come faster. I just want this to end. After a few pumps, Aljur finally came out. My knees were trembling, and my whole body was aching. I let my body fall down and took a deep breath. Aljur did not even wait to relax. He stood up and went straight to the shower.

I decided to stand up after I heard that Aljur was already taking his shower. I wiped my things and put on my clothes. I took more deep breaths before deciding to go out of the room. My legs still felt wobbly because I was in the room for three hours. I could rest for two hours after this before they called me again.

“Karen!”

I looked behind me when I heard someone calling me. It was Laura. She’s like me—a w***e. Laura smiled at me and clung to my arm. I didn’t know if her name was really Laura. But when I started doing the job, the pimps told me to use a different name.

“Did you just come out?”

“Yeah. How about you?”

“Ahm. No. Roldan didn’t give me another man after I finished in the morning,” she said. “Come on. Let’s go back to our room. You reek!”

I rolled my eyes and did not answer her. I was too tired and wanted to sleep already. Laura and I use the same room. It turns out that we were batchmates. That is, she arrived at the casa at the same time I did. But she was two years older than me. Our room was at the back of the house. We left there, and we were heavily guarded because some girls like to run away.

“I don’t think they will give us another man tonight. So, you should rest,” Laura said.

I took my towel. “Why?”

“Girl, when will you turn eighteen?”

“Ahm. Next month? Why?”

Laura widened her eyes at me as if I had forgotten something. “Gosh! Your slave time will come!”

I stopped moving and stared at her. I almost forgot. Every girl that will turn eighteen will be in line with a rich—no, a very rich—man. I mean, the richest individuals or anyone who could afford it. Then they will choose who will be their slave. They could be billionaires, politicians, or whoever, as long as they can afford us. They could get a slave. A personal s*x slave. Some of the girls would say that this was their call to leave the casa. But I don’t think so. And Laura didn’t have one yet because when it was slave day, she was always sick.

I gasped. I suddenly remembered Jane. She turned eighteen last year, and since she was chosen as a slave by some rich man, we never saw her again. They see it as their escape card. But for me, it was more like their death trap. Because, if it were a good thing, why are the men still taking them out in the casa?

“R-Really?” I said. I decided to continue cleaning myself. I will never let them give me to a stranger. I don’t like my life here, but I can manage. I suddenly stopped cleaning myself when I thought about something. What if I could really escape? What if Jane escaped? Did all of them manage to escape? All those thoughts ran through my mind, and I finished showering. Maybe I can finally be free if I become a slave.

As Laura said, the pimps never gave us another customer. I tried to go to sleep, but Laura couldn’t help her excitement.

“I can’t wait! Who would be my master? I hope he was someone powerful so I could finally get a phone!” she said excitedly.

I rolled my eyes and covered my ears with my hands. “Can you lower your voice? I want to sleep!”

“Karen, you should get ready now! Aren’t you excited?”

“Why would I? It’s another prison. It would be much better if I stayed here.”

“Duh? It’s much better out there! You see, we never see anything behind that wall. Don’t you want to go out again?”

I sighed. I wanted to get out again to see cars. The sea. But how? When I got out, I didn’t know where I would go. Almost half of my life was here, and our province was miles away. I almost forgot about my life seven years ago.

“I don’t know.”

I felt my bed move. Laura held onto my shoulder. “Come on. I know you wanted to escape this place. Having a master's might be a good thing for us.”

“I don’t know, Laura.” I sat down. “What if we die? We didn’t even know what happened to our friends when they had their own masters already. It’s scary.”

Laura touched my face with both of her hands. She smiled at me. It was reassuring, but my anxiety was still eating me up. “I know. But do you want to continue this kind of life? At least if we have our master, we can ask them to free us. We could try, Karen. At least, we tried.”

“Fine. Okay.” I removed her hands and laid back again. Laura tapped my shoulder, and I felt her stand up.

“Be ready. They will call us soon.”

I grunted as I answered her. Would a master really free their slave? I don’t know. It looked impossible. But Laura was really convincing. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again. This might be my last peaceful sleep. I will sleep before I become a slave.