When I was a Slave
Language: English
A perfect friend, a perfect mother, and a perfect wife. Clarita had everything in life that she could wish for... But everything changed when she saw Noel Custodio again, her husband's boss.
Apparently, Noel was her master, and she was his slave.
Chapter 1: A perfect life
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“I want more, Mommy!” said Lily, my four-year-old daughter. She asked for more pancakes that I made for our breakfast. She loved her pancakes every morning with chocolate syrup and blackberries on top, and she wanted them specifically made by me.
I smiled and poked her nose. “Sure!” I put two more pancakes on her plate.
“Thank you, Mommy!”
“You’re welcome, princess. Now eat your breakfast because we’ll be late.”
Lily continued eating. I took a sip of my coffee and looked at the stairs. I shook my head and looked at my wristwatch. “Logan! Where are you?!” I shouted. Logan was my first-born son.
“Coming, Mom!”
I shook my head. He was always like that. He won’t get down and always waits for me to call him. Every day, this was my routine. I woke up at five to prepare for our things. I work as a cashier at a shop in the city. My children will go to school. Luckily, Logan had a schedule like mine. Lily was in prep school in a daycare center near my work. She had a morning class. But I managed to ask the management to make Lily stay until the afternoon.
My husband, Jayson, was not always at home because of his job. He worked as a bodyguard and was only home every six months. He would stay with us for a day, then go out again the next day. I always ask him to stay for a longer time. But his reason was that his boss needed them every day. Especially him, because he was the right man at the right time for our safety. I decided not to ask about his work because I could sense that it was dangerous. So, I decided to work too. for me to divert my attention and stop thinking about his safety.
Not long ago, Logan came down. He had already changed his school uniform. Logan was still in sixth grade. But at the age of ten, he was already tall. Most people would mistake him for a teenager, but he was not. He was still a baby to me.
“Now, eat! I always told you to move faster, Señor!”
Logan laughed a bit. “Yes, Mommy.”
I rolled my eyes. We managed to finish our breakfast on time. I sent my children to their school, and I went to work.
“Logan! Be good, okay? Don’t talk with strangers!”
“Yes, mom. I’m not a kid anymore, please! You always say that!”
“You’re still a baby!”
Logan grunted and made a face. I laughed and watched as he walked inside the school. I double-checked Lily in my rearview mirror. She was waving at her brother even though he was not looking at us anymore.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes, Mommy!” she said excitedly.
Lily had always been excited about her class. She loved playing with her classmates because that was the only time she could play with her peers. I drove my car to the daycare center. And send her in front only because parents don’t go inside the room. It was for kids to be independent. There was a teacher waiting for them in front.
“You behave, okay?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Don’t go out and never talk with strangers.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Go inside now.”
“Goodbye, Mommy!”
Lily waved at me. I gave Lily’s things to the teacher. “I will get her at six.”
“Okay, ma’am.”
I went back to my car and stared at the building for a second. This was my usual day. My normal day. But I will never exchange this for anything, even though it was exhausting. My family was the most important thing to me. My kids. My husband. I could never give them up on anything. I love them. They were my life. If anyone asked if I wanted to get my old life back? I wouldn’t want it. My past was miserable, a painful past.
Most of my friends think that I am the luckiest person on earth. I have a husband who loves me so much and a perfect family. A perfect life. However, that was all they saw. They never knew the real me.
I was ten years old when I was orphaned. I grew up poor. My father was a fisherman, and my mother did laundry only in our neighborhood. I was the only child, which was why, when they died because of the storm, I was left alone. I don’t know where to go. I had to work to have food to eat. My neighbors gave me some, but it was not enough. Until Madam Ching came to our house.
Madam Ching was an old lady, not that old, but I can see her wrinkles already. Her skin was loosening up, and only her eyebrows were drawn. At first, I feared her. She had the look that every child would fear. And she talked like a loud, broken speaker. She told me that she was my aunt and that my mother was her sister. I couldn’t believe it at first. She looked too old to be my mother’s sister. Plus, my mother never told me about her. But because I was a kid, I needed a new home. I had to go with her when she went to the city.
I was over the moon that I wouldn’t be alone anymore. And going to the city was always my dream. Madam Ching took care of me. She dressed me. She gave me food. I was spoiled. But everything changed when she took me to a loud and dark house.
She had dressed me well that afternoon. Put light make-up on my face. I didn’t care because I thought we were going to the mall again. But I was wrong. She left me in that house. I saw how happy she was when she was talking with a scary bald man. He had tattoos and was smoking hard. She gave Madam Ching a small bag, and then she left me in the room without saying anything. I cried and begged her not to leave me in that place. But the scary man took me inside. There were a lot of girls. Some were young too, and some were adults. But most of them were not wearing anything anymore. I was terrified by the scene I saw.
I begged them to send me back to Madam Ching. I only wanted to be with her. She was my only family member. But the scary man told me to forget about her already because that place will be my new home. My new life. And Madam Ching sold me to be a prostitute.
At a young age, I couldn't do anything. There were kind girls at the hostel. I remember Faith. She was older than me by only three years. She helped me survive the place. In my first year, I did nothing. But it was traumatic for me because I could see the other girl being used by men. They couldn’t do anything and were scared, like me. If we resist, we will be beaten until we can't walk anymore. No one wanted it to happen to them. So, we didn’t have a choice. At least I was safe for a while. All I did was watch. Men didn’t care about me until I turned twelve.
It was that time when I had my first period. The scary men with guns injected something into me, that I later learned was an injectable that I wouldn’t be pregnant with. They started asking me to wear daring clothes. They told me to go see gentlemen dressed in finery. They were all excited because I was new. I was a virgin. And every man wanted an innocent young lady. In the end, I was given to an old, pervy man. I had no idea how much they paid for my dignity. But that night was the start of my nightmare. I begged him not to do anything to me. I told him that I was only a child, but he became deaf. He ravished me without thinking that I was only a kid. He took my virginity without a second thought. He didn’t care about my cries, as long as he was satisfied.
That was my history. No one knew about that, not even my husband, and I wanted it to be like that. What mattered was my present and future. I buried it the moment I left. I don’t want anyone to learn about my dark past. including the time when I was a slave.
Chapter 2: How it Started
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, bitch!” he moaned.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. I fake moaned and fixed my bum. I tightened my vagina 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 whore. 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 sex 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.
