The girl with the chocolate syrup

Part 2

Waking up from the deep slumber, I thought I was in heaven but something in my arm told me otherwise. I was being supplied glucose into my veins. I was thinking that I don't have to handle anymore pain after death but I guess I haven't fulfilled my shares yet. I was hopefully in some kind of medical facility. The room itself was so intimidating that I wanted to run away but I had no choice but to gain some strength back. I felt scared to even move my limbs in that condition and then I realized that I wasn't alone in the room.

 There were other people just like me in the room who were being treated. Days passed, we weren't harmed and were not allowed to move. Slowly people were moving out of the room as soon as they gained some of their energies back. Since I was only 15 so it was taking me longer than others. It was hard not to be scared of those people. They weren't very calm Finally, when I recovered my strength, they took me to bathing and gave fresh clothes to wear.

 They took me a huge warehouse sort of place where hundreds of people were waiting for the purchase of their slaves' knew that people got missing when I used to wakeup next to mother and she used to tell me that they left for another cities. But now seeing the scenario ahead of me, I understood that she didn't wanted to tell me this harsh truth that they were picking up ragged people among us for selling into slavery. She didn't know that and will never know that. Thinking about that day still makes my stomach grumble. 

It was the worst day of my life, standing in front of your enemies without any cover, is embarrassing. They always took the most ragged and starved ones because they knew how close to death each one was, so it's easier to break them with small kind gestures. Its terrifying to know that they have so much control over us and we all were complying because we had no choices. 

They soon started calling us the Feebles and they were the Competents. Those titles were replace our previous prestige and also to show us our place in their society. Slaves were a common commodity used in business for them. Many of the heads would just buy them for their sexual pleasures. Being a slave to any head was not a very great experience. They were all mean and gave inhumane treatments to us. It was hard not to think about the ways that they could hurt us when all they did was treat us like shit. 

Soon the entire city was flooded with Feebles working under the feet of the Competents. They were servants, sex workers, shop workers, factory workers etc. Whatever work the Competent wanted a Feeble to do, it has to do in order to be alive. There were numerous ways to punish them.After changing a few mistresses and masters, I was finally given to a head who was quite older than me. All my previous masters and mistresses treated me like a servant but this man was brutal and he never liked me because of my nationality. He forced me into brutal sexual interactions for even a small bite of bread. He was the worst man on the earth.

 Several times, I begged him to end my life but he usually brought me closest to the death and release me at my last breath. The five years with him were my hell in which he was the devil until he got bored with me and sold me back to the warehouse. The warehouse was better than him. They would feed us in exchange of any kind of labor. I was having a peaceful time there after my hell period but it couldn't last longer when I got purchased again.