CHAPTER 11: WHO AM i?

Chapter 11

I came into the America through the most inhumane way I could think of. I left my child, a product of rape, in Mexico, to look for a greener pasture and escape the cruel work of my hands. David, my son, didn’t even know me. I had to abandon him, a week after I gave birth to him, to flee to America.

My mother remarried when I was fourteen, but she ended up marrying a jerk who beats her up almost every day. My mom wasn’t even working, and Carlos, my step dad, didn’t relent in reminding her of how he feeds her and me, the slut. That’s the name he always calls me, even though, at that time, I was virgin. Nobody believed I was a virgin anyways.

Then, a time came that my mom was in a coma- Carlos ensured that. He lied to the paramedics that she feel from the stairs. I was right inside my room when they began their usual arguments. I couldn’t know what caused the arguments because for a while, they were busy having sex and my mom was screaming for more- she always does that, to my amusement.

When the arguments began, I took my headphone and sealed off my ears with a song from Tupac Amaru Shakur. I was sure that within minutes, the arguments would be over with- as always. And mom would always wake up the next day with a black eye and a smile on her face, inviting everyone for dinner! But that day was different. I woke up and couldn’t found my mom- not in the kitchen or her room.
Carlos came in later and told me that my mom had an accident and she had been admitted into the hospital. I ran to the hospital and found her there, right on the bed, lifeless like a log of wood. I cried and screamed at her that I have told her to leave that dick of husband. But mom has always talked about divorce not being an option.

I got home and charged towards Carlos. He was fast, we ducked and gave a slight push that sent me crashing into the furniture. Before I could say jack, Carlos pinned me down and punch the living hell out of me. I begged him to stop but he didn’t until I passed out. I woke up later with a swollen face, a black eye and a sharp pain between my legs. I slip my hands under my skirt and realized that my pants were gone! The fear of my thought made me slid my hands further in, it was wet, with my blood. Carlos had raped me. I rushed to the door and pulled at it, screaming and slamming it with my fist. The door was locked. I cried and cursed without a reply.

For weeks, Carlos chained me in the basement and raped me continuously. I was constantly drugged. Even when I was observing my period, the jerk never stopped. I was locked up and couldn’t go to school. He told everyone that I absconded. Then one day, he said to me after the usual forceful sex, that he would let me go if only I keep my mouth shut. I agreed and he said if I told my mom, he would kill us both. I believed him. Who wouldn’t? Carlos was huge, incomplete set of teeth, a thug and a bully with a scare face and bullet wound scars.
‘How’s my mom?’ I asked in a faint voice.

‘She would be discharged tomorrow.’ He said as he climbed the stairs of the basement. ‘I told her you ran away from the house. I guess it wouldn’t be bad if I told her you are back, right?’ He smiled.

I nodded slowly as I removed the unlocked shackles from my feet. It was bruised and swollen with puss.

‘You got a story?’

I nodded again.

‘Good. I don’t want to hear it. Go upstairs and take your bathe- you stink. It’s been three months!’ He said without remorse.

I started to cry. Three months of my life wasted in the basement. Raped and drugged every day.

Mom came back home, I couldn’t even face her. For some reason, I was guilty and felt she would see what I have been up to, right in my eyes- so, I avoided eye contact. Carlos acted normal and was all over mom like he was nice to have her back. Maybe he forgot that he was said that he wished my mom would not come back so that he could rape me all his life!

One month after I was released from captivity, I fell sick. The doctor said I was two months pregnant. I fainted- it was Carlos’s. My mom was disappointed in me. The story was that I got impregnated when I ran away from home. To make it worse, abortion was illegal and that makes it expensive! Mom, a staunch catholic, refused to support abortion and Carlos scorned me with a smirk every time.

He would always slip into my room and threaten me not tell mom. If I did, he would kill us both. I just had to believe him because he was a devil. What he did to me for three months would testify to that. I was helpless and the abomination grew inside of me; against my will. I did nothing but cried. Then I tried to prostitute to raise the cash. I would walk for two miles every day to the basketball court in the neighbouring town- every night to flaunt my beauty. There was always one, who would be willing to pay for sex. I had sex in toilets, bushes, on the car trunk, in the car and so on, but no one ever paid me enough. They practically fucck’d me but I never got paid for the money we agreed on!

Within a month, everyone at the court already knew who I was and they took me for granted because they told each other that I was a dunce who get fuccked but never get paid. I told myself to quit after I got beaten thrice for asking for my money after sex. I counted the money on me. I was sure it was enough, so, proceeded to a doctor, who told me that I haven’t even made half of what I needed. I broke down in tears and had no choice but to keep the baby. It was already four months old.

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CHAPTER 10: WHO AM I?

CHAPTER 10

Fredrick took the wheels after the constant glitches of my gory past kept on flooding my eyes with tears, causing me to veer off the road two more times. Fredrick spoke softly and it didn’t took long before I confided in him. We made many stops along the highway and made love in the car, on its trunk, twice as much we stopped.

He didn’t flinch or appeared to be surprised when I told him about the millions in the truck. He only smiled and made me understand that he’s handled more than that until he had to flee for his life.

I was asleep by the time we arrived at a highway motel. I woke up the next morning in fear. I was naked. The realization of being duped dawned on me when I found myself, alone in the bed. I knew it was a mistake to have told him about the money- now, he has absconded with it, I thought to myself.


I clamped my head in my hands and the coldness of my scalp against my hands reminded me of my wig. I quickly scanned the room, left and right and I found it, carefully hanged on the coat hanger. My clothes too. I just hoped he paid for the room before he left, lest I be harassed by the receptionist. I didn’t want to cry- my body ached and I was very weak. My mind went back to the cash I stashed inside the cistern at Henry’s house, but I was sure I would be caught, if I made such a move.

Slowly, I dragged myself from the bed. No sooner had my feet touched the ground, I slumped on the polished floor. The realisation of being an idiot made me cry. Now, I had to look for a way to escape into Mexico and start a life in penury.

‘My bag, my bag.’ I mustered the strength to talk.

At the thought of ‘penury’, I realised that I had some fifteen thousand dollars that I put in my handbag, to cater for my spending while I move, so I won’t be opening the suitcase. Strength came to me, suddenly, and I ran around the room, looking for my bag.

‘Thank God!’ I whispered as I found it, tucked right inside the wardrobe.

I opened it immediately and there was my gun, my Jewries, my hydrofluoric jar, my phone (switched off), three hundred dollars and…

‘My car key!’ I screamed as I pulled that out.

The fifteen thousand, careful wrapped in a brown envelope, was gone. But a quick calculation of my Jewries could fetch me at least, seven thousand dollars, if punked. I wrapped myself in the bathroom robe and ran downstairs to where my car was parked. I disarmed the car alarm as I approached it and opened the trunk with the car key. My heart beat very fast as I approached the opened trunk. I was sure I wouldn’t find it there- Fredrick would have stolen it, but I proceeded anyways. I moved slowly but steadily until I realised that I was fooling myself- the trunk was empty.

I kicked the car tyre in anger and went back upstairs. Wearing a frown of anger and rage, with a broken toenail and a throbbing toe, I started to pack my bags. When I was done, I grabbed my car keys and made to exit the room. As I held on to the door latch, I took one last glance around the room. My eyes caught my reflection from the window glass. I released the latch and moved towards it to have a proper look at my sorry self. I took my time to cry.

'Cindy, you are a fool.' I told myself. 'Lucy was more committed and wouldn't have been such an idiot!'

I braced up myself and left the room. As I approached the reception, I was prepared to be confronted.

‘Ma’am.’ The receptionist said as I approached her.

‘I know.’ I quickly said. ‘How much is your money?’

‘Two hundred dollars, Ma’am. The guy said you would pay.’

‘That’s what I intended to do.’ I managed a smile and counted the money and paid without a tip.

‘Thank you Ma’am.’ He smiled. ‘Do come next time.’

‘Oh… I will.’ I lied.

I was eager to leave, so I walked faster. I got to my car and started the engine. As I shifted the gear, there was a knock on my window. I couldn’t believe who was smiling so broadly at through the glass. I rolled down the window.

‘Going without me?’ Fredrick beamed.

My heart leaped. I was frozen. Some minutes ago, I felt I would shoot him on sight, but now, I wasn’t sure.

‘I go get us some breakfast.’ He raised the paper bag to my face. ‘Some groceries for us.’ He smiled.

I was still silent, thinking this was a dream.

‘And hey,’ he took out the brown envelop that contains my fifteen thousand dollars from his back pocket and showed it to me, ‘I took this along. You were dead asleep and I didn’t want those thieving hotel attendants sneak in and steal your money. I left so!e three humdreds dollars in case i was late and you needed to order something while I was gone- did you see it?’

I just froze there like a statue, didn't know what to say. My hands on the gear stick, my eyes stuck on him.

'Cindy, what happened?'

‘Fredrick…’ I muttered, close to tears.

‘What? You coming or what?’ He smiled and started going back to the hotel.

I killed the engine and quickly followed him. I wiped my tears and was ashamed of myself. Then I remembered my suitcase- he must have it too.

I entered the room just when he was unpacking the food.

‘Fredrick, you could have woken me.’

‘No, I couldn’t. I just wanted you to sleep. You were so tired.’

I went to him and held him with all the love within me. ‘Thank you.’ I said.

‘You were gonna travel without your money?’ He smiled and turned to face me.

‘My money? Oh…I thought it was in my trunk.’ I lied.

‘Seriously?’ He said, softly.

He pushed me away, gently and moved over to the bedside. He raised the bed cover and crawled underneath, only to pull out my suitcase. I felt like a fool.

‘I know what you thought I did, but I am not like that, okay?’

‘Fredrick, I…’

‘Don’t worry about it, Cindy, I would have done the same.’ He stopped me before I explained nothing. ‘You want to count the money?’ He smiled.

I was weak. I started to cry. Fredrick came to me, held me close and assured me that everything would be fine. I had no hair, so, he was content with running his hands through my scalp!

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CHAPTER 9: WHO AM I?

Chapter 9
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A week later, I was able to get up from the bed and recover from the beating Dave gave me. I realised that within the week that I was on the sickbed, Dave had made it very impossible for me to escape. I couldn’t even leave the cottage, talk less of escaping. Just at the right side of the wood is a new caravan. Dave paid to have in wheeled there as the security house. Unlike before, security light had been installed and the perimeters of the cottage, cleared of trees and made so wide that even a rodent would be spotted under the flood light.

The caravan had two armed guys living in it- on Dave’s payroll- my money. Laser alarms installed and effective. I couldn’t leave the cottage without triggering the alarm which in turn switched on the flood light. To get a batter picture, just imagine the cottage as a doghouse, placed in the middle of a football field, surrounded by flood lights within the perimeters. A car has exactly three minutes to escape from the open field into the woods after triggering the alarm. This made it an impossible task for me to run. The order was, ‘shoot her dead if she dare!’

For six months, I was a slave to Dave and his sexual cruelty. Every Sunday and Thursday, he brings in fresh groceries and sleeps over. And under compulsion, he would drug me and had sex with me as many times as I could lost count. By the time I woke up the next day, he would have left. I always woke up with an ache between my legs, naked and with a deadly hangover. All I ever did was sleep, watch TV and eat. I couldn’t open the door of the cottage without triggering the alarm.

Dave kept the money in a safe inside the room. He was sure I couldn’t open or steal it. Not for once did I ever set my eyes on the security guards, but I am aware that they are battle ready if I tried to leave. Dave paid them well- ironically, with my fucckin money. He would send me out of the room whenever he wanted to take some money from the safe, so that I don’t get a glimpse of the combination. He would laugh at my face. I once begged him to keep the whole money and let me go, but I ended up with a black eye and a broken tooth.

But one day, after I had picked up my pieces up from the floor that Dave left me before leaving, I thought about an escape plan. I told myself it shouldn’t be abrupt, it may take weeks, but I must plan this. Dave came on Thursday and left on Friday. I had till Sunday to do something. The next day, I located the electrical switch and switched it off. Around 8 pm, there was a sound of a car pulling over and a knock on my door. I already left the door opened- I knew the security details would show up when they see the house in total darkness.

‘Come in.’ I said.

He came in with a torch in his hand and a gun in the other. He beamed the torch everywhere, asking where I was until he located me in the room. I faced the window, turned my back against the main entrance- I was naked to the butt! No man ever resisted my natural features. He was dumb-folded and started to stammer. I turned slowly, under the beam of his torch and faced with every details I got. Except for the bruises and cuts, I was flawless.

‘I’m sorry.’ He said after starring for a while and switched off the torch.

‘I was in the bathroom when you came knocking.’ I said. ‘Don’t worry, switch it on.’

‘Wha… what... What?’ He stammered. ‘The electricity?’

‘No, your touch.’ I said softly. ‘It’s so dark in here.’

‘Are you sure about that?’ He asked and switched it back on.

Unknown to him, I was already close to him. He staggered back and told me I cannot do that. He asked me if I knew where the switch is, I said I do. But, I took him to where the safe is.

‘This is not a switch Ma’am.’ He said.

Still naked, I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly, pressing my boobs hard against him. He was shaking and helpless. ‘No,’ I whispered, ‘this is a safe that contains more than twenty million dollars to be spilt in halves, each for just you and me.’

‘What? Twenty what?’

‘You heard me. But, that is if you wanted it.’ I moved away from him and walked to the bed.

He was clearly enjoying the view as he followed me with the touch. His walking talkie came alive and his colleague asked what was taking him so long.

‘Hey James, what’s taking you so long in there?’

‘I’m on it, Mike.’ He lied and looked at me.

I nodded slowly at him. I knew he’s already caught the flu- my flu.

‘You said…’

‘You heard me. Would you like me to talk to your colleague? It appeared you are not interested and too scared to…’

‘Don’t say that!’ He shouted. ‘Nothing scares me.’ He came close and whispered, ‘How do you know that its twenty million dollars or more in there.’

‘Because it’s my money! Dave, or whatever who hired you said his name is, kidnapped me with my cash and locked me up in here! He doesn’t want me to escape. Does it look like I am free in here?’

‘He said his name is Bryan.’

‘His name is Dave. And he is a detective. He locked me here because he doesn’t want me to …’

‘Spare me the details, okay?’ He was frank.

I nodded.

‘It would take some time for me to plan this. But, let’s say I did plan this, are you sure there is money in there?’

‘I am sure. It is my money.’

‘Right now, I don’t care who owns the money, I just wanted ten fuccking million dollars.’ He came hard.

I loved it. ‘That’s the spirit and that’s the deal.’ I smiled.

Then he came up with a plan. I must switch the light off every day unless when Dave is around. Because whenever Dave is around, his colleague is always off duty. Though, James said that it was an unofficial agreement that has been going on for months between himself and Mike, the two security details. Mike would sneak out every evening before Dave showed up and come back the next morning after Dave was gone. Whatever Mike was up to, James didn’t want to know. He’s more concerned about the two hundred dollars he gets everyday he does that.

‘When that happens every night, I would always come in here to help you switch it back on and we could tell Mike that the switch is faulty.’

‘Sounds like a nice plan.’ I replied. ‘But do you need to come here almost every day to open the safe? If Dave found out that there is a dent on that safe, we are all dead. I assure you that much.’

James scoffed. ‘I am not coming here to open the safe Ma’am. You should understand why I have to be here.’ He shrugged. ‘You are a beautiful lady.’

‘So,’ I bit my lower lips and walked away, ‘You just want to come here and have sex with me?’

‘For a while, yes. I must be here every time the light goes off, until I was able to convince Mike that Dave wants us to bring in an electrician to repair the switch. And when I am here, I just can’t sit down and count the ceilings.’ He grinned.

‘I see.’ I pulled the bed cover and covered my shame. It appeared I have just succeeded in putting myself in another sexual fix. ‘So, what happened if Mike disagreed?’

‘He won’t. I just had to take it slowly.’

His walkie talkie came alive again.

‘I am already done, Mike. A minute.’

He looked at me and nodded towards the doorway.  I understood him and took him to where the switch was. He switched it on. He looked at me lustfully and I looked away, in shame.

‘See you tomorrow.’ He said and started walking towards the door.

‘James.’ I called him as he made to open. ‘How long is this going to take?’

‘Just make sure you switch off the light and I would show up every evening. Fifteen minutes tops, we should be done.’

‘I’m not talking about the sex, James.’ I tried to conceal my anger. ‘I mean, till you convinced Mike.’

‘Like I said, I am going to have to take my time. I can’t rush this.’ He whispered and pretended he was telling the truth. ‘But be rest assured, whenever the guy comes, your trouble is over. He will open the safe within minutes.’

I nodded and he opened the door and slammed it shut. I was about to burst into tears when he opened the door again, ‘Don’t forget,’ he whispered, ‘the switch, every night.’

I nodded and bit my lower lips to fight back the tears. It seems it seemed it would never end- the sexual slavery. I watched him entered his car and drove off. I broke down in tears!

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