Chapter 4

"Six months have passed since you arrived at my house. I have given you all the care I possibly could, and now it’s time for you to start paying me back."

"What are you talking about? You know I don’t have any money or a job."

"I’ve already taken care of that."

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in, Gabriel," the woman said.

"Is that her?" he asked, pointing at me.

"Yes, that’s her, and you’ll see that every dollar you pay for her will be worth it."

"She has a nice body. Those breasts are big, although she doesn’t have much of a backside. She looks valuable. How old is she?"

"She’s 16 years old. She’s not a little girl anymore, but you know she’s still young."

"What’s going on here?"

"What’s happening is that this man will pay for my services, and you will work for him."

"Are you selling me?"

"Don’t look at it that way. Think of it as you working for me for a while. You’ll earn money, and I’ll use it to pay off your debt."

"I don’t want that. I was already raped before, with my own mother’s help. It would be unbearable for me. Give me a job like sweeping or cleaning, but not that."

The man stepped closer to me.

"Understand something: here, you don’t give orders. You only obey. Besides, you’re a rough diamond that will be polished over the years."

I tried to run as fast as I could, but the moment I crossed the door, I was stopped by two men who looked more like Hulks than human beings. They grabbed me by force, covered my face with something, and threw me into a van. Inside, there were other girls who were unconscious. Within seconds, I started feeling dizzy until I completely lost consciousness.

We all woke up in a room. We were completely terrified and confused. Then a woman entered, accompanied by two others.

"Listen, you need to understand something. Here, you are our merchandise, and you belong to us. If you want to survive, you will learn to obey. Your bodies are our product. The more you obey, the better the payment will be for you, and that will keep us satisfied while also giving you certain benefits. But if you misbehave, believe me, nobody will want you because of all the bruises your bodies will have. That means we will have to get rid of you. Let me warn you now: no client here will help you. So don’t waste your time looking for a way out. The only way you leave this place is if someone pays your full price or you leave dead."

Everyone remained silent until one of the girls finally spoke.

"I don’t want to be here. I was tricked."

She was dark-skinned, probably no older than 15 years old. She had a smaller chest compared to mine and a lot of body hair on her arms and legs.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" the woman shouted.

Immediately afterward, another woman stepped forward and struck her hard in the stomach. She collapsed to the floor, and then they began beating her repeatedly.

"Does anyone else dare to say anything?"

Nobody said a word after seeing the girl being dragged away by her hair.

"Now that you’re beginning to understand, you’ll go take a shower. After that, you’ll have all that unwanted hair removed. You’ll learn that hygiene and appearance are very important to us."

We left one by one until we reached a room filled with showers. Some of the girls tried to cover themselves, but they were forced to lower their hands. There were about 80 of us, girls between the ages of 15 and 17.

I began to accept my situation. I had already suffered so much in such a short time, and the last thing I wanted was to start receiving more beatings.

After the showers, we were separated into two groups. From what I could understand, they divided us into virgins and non-virgins. Apparently, they planned to sell the virgins at a higher price the first time and then return them to the rest of the group.

In the grooming room, they made us lie down and applied wax to our arms and legs for faster hair removal, although it was painful. They used creams on more sensitive areas, being more careful, and did the same with other areas. They trimmed the hair inside our noses and shaped our eyebrows.

After that, they took us to our rooms. There were eight women in each room.

"This will be your room. These are your schedules. You will spend the next few months here learning how to satisfy a man. The less you resist, the better it will be for you. Each bed has a new name assigned to it, and I will tell you yours. On the right side of your bed, you will find a cabinet with some clothes and a few surprises. There is something I want you to understand very clearly: if a man asks something of you, you will do it without crying. Most of the men here are superior and have the right to enjoy your bodies. Quickly, put on your clothes. Underwear is forbidden unless you are on your period. Otherwise, you will wear those robes until you start making money. You must wear bras to prevent your breasts from losing their shape. Someone will come soon to take you to your first lesson."