749km Away From Home

Picture Time

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Maya's story shook me to my core.

I felt cold and angry.

Angry at the world.....the people that made up the world.

I wanted to be mad at god but I knew the last thing I needed to do in that moment was give up on my faith.

I was just riddled with so much anger and frustration.
I kept telling myself I was getting out of that horrible place, that I'd help Maya and her baby, and every other girl who were victims just like myself, but I knew that there was many more women, all over the world just like me who I couldn't help...

It bugged at me that there were thousands of women, maybe even millions of women being trafficked, raped and abused, and most of the world is just going about life oblivious to the pain and torture they endure...
And that's the sad and patethic reality of it...

My thoughts shoved me into a spiral of hopelessness and sadness that I know I had to drag myself out of.

I needed to stay hopeful because if I didn't, I'd have nothing to get me through it all.

I fumbled to get up from the concrete and stumbled my way into the shower and made it as short as possible.
Showers were too painful, if I could have avoided them on the whole, I would have.
I had no clothes to wear though, Maya would usually bring the clothes and instruct me to shower but I couldn't wait for that.

I needed to get the filth of my latest rapist of me as soon as possible.

I prayed he'd have been the last one for the day as I sat at the desk scanning the room for any thing that could be used as a weapon for when the time came that I needed it.
Nothing stood out to me.
I mean I could've smashed the chair over someones head but I couldn't run with a chair and I'd definitely encounter others outside the door so I needed something lethal but small to carry with me.

I laughed at myself thinking about how much of a good movie plot that would make and for the 1000th time I acknowledged how unreal everything felt.

The door opened and I prepared myself to face Maya and apologise but it wasn't her.
It was that horrible man again but this time he was accompanied by a lady holding a camera.
They walked down the stairs, the woman chewing gum in the most obnoxious and annoying way possible.

"Picture time" , the man said smiling at me with his hands on his hips.
"What for?" I asked.

He threw 2 lingeries at me, one red and the the other navy blue.

"Red first" , he ordered completely ignoring my question.
"I really don't want to..." I sputtered out stupidly.

He laughed.

My heart pounded in my chest.

I knew I should have just listened to him but my anger got the best of me.

He walked up to me and grabbed away my towel throwing it on the ground.
I tried to cover my exposed body but that was honestly the last of my worries.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him.

"I'm not in the mood you little bitch" he whispered into my ears through gritted teeth before shoving me onto the ground. 

I started crying again, deciding to just do what he says and get him away from me. But nope, never that easy.
When I started to get up he pushed me back down again with his foot. 
He moved his foot to the right side of my face and pressed until the left side was being crushed into the concrete.

My shreik pierced through the room as the pain became unbearable.

I wanted to die in that moment.

I felt like the bones in my face would start snapping one by one.

I just wanted to die...

"Apologise!" He demanded.

"I'm so- orr-y " I choked out.

The words struggling to even come out.
He moved his foot and stepped back...  I gasped for air.
My entire face felt like a car ran into it with full speed....
But that still want enough for him,  he came closer, looked at me straight in my tear filled eyes and kicked me in the stomach, and he continued.... mercilessly.....
My back, my head....

I imagined how that scene looked.

A naked body on cold concrete being kicked like it was a sack of potatoes over and over again...

I closed my eyes and begged god to end my pains..

I caught a glimpse of the woman sitting on the chair looking through the camera not even acknowledging what's going on right in front of her.
I guessed she must have been used to it.....
It broke my heart that another woman would watch me go through that and not say a word to this monsterous man....

He stopped kicking me and walked off but I couldn't process it because it felt as if he never stopped....

My body was battered to the point where it hurt to even breathe.

He walked back and I braced myself for more but he reached down and offered me a hand making me flinch with fright.
 
I didnt want to even touch him but I knew I couldn't disobey him again.

I took his hands and without him telling me i got up and threw on the red lingerie...

He looked at me as if I was a a shiny trophy when I was done and it made me sick.

I hated that man so much. I'd never in my life wish death upon any one but I couldn't help but picture myself stabbing him in the gut over and over again until he bled out.

"Tomo las fotos ahora!" He said to the woman happily.

I didn't know Spanish but I guess he told her to start taking pictures because she got up and walked toward us.
"Lay on the bed here" he told me patting the middle of the bed.
I was relieved because it became more and more difficult to hold myself up...

I laid down fighting hard to hold back my tears as she snapped a couple pictures...

It was soo much.... Too much. 
I no longer wanted to get out of that place, I wanted to die.

"Stand up", he said

"No parezcas tan triste" she said to me gesturing at her face.

Confused I looked at the man. "Don't look so sad" he translated.

Don't look so sad he said ......... as if he didn't almost break a few of my ribs....
They took a few more pics and then he had me change into the other lingerie and repeat the process.
I was too weak and fumbled alot when changing which annoyed him so he violently took charge and did it for me. His hands on me made my blood crawl.......

Him and the woman talked alot while she took the pics, all in Spanish so I had no idea what they were saying but I was able to make out a few obvious words like "advertisement" & "internet"

I already assumed the pictures were for advertisement so I wasn't surprised.

Not soon enough they were done with the pictures and they started to leave to my relief.

Half way up the stairs he stopped and said, "keep on the lingerie , you have a few clients tonight....."

His words were another kick in the gut.

My body had been through hell and back with the first 3 men without a second to heal only to be abused again by him.....  

"I'm gone die tonight" I whispered to myself as I let go and felt my body fall to the floor.