I was kidnapped when I was four.
I lived in a huge house with family and friends of all sizes.
Our family spent most of the time going for long trips, miles away and we don't usually stay in a place because we practically loved to move around.
One fine day as we were on our usual trip to somewhere exciting, we were surrounded by unknown people. Entrapping us in a small area.
They begin throwing things at us.
We knew they were not trustworthy, we begin to move faster and away from them.
They tailed us and faster too.
Nets were thrown on us. Our movements were restricted.
Five of my family members were killed.
In an attempt to keep the murder event away from the public eye, these men slit open the bodies of my death family members and stuffed rocks into them. They were later dropped into the ocean with anchors, sinking them down to the sea bed.
And soon, I was taken away from my family .
I was kidnapped and sold for a mere $6,000.
They kept me in a deplorable condition.
I was isolated from my world.
I had another victim in the same space as I am. It was just the two of us.
Customers came to see us every single day.
Watch us as we entertain them and make them happy.
Little did they know, we were not as happy as we look like.
The men that captivated us has always portrayed our living as the best we could ever asked for.
Customers paid everyday to see us. And everyday were new people.
We would entertain them. Everyday.
At some days, we refuse to entertain. Our voice never reached their ears.
When we protest, we were starved.
When we eat, our foods were drugged.
We were living in a prison. Even worst than a prison.
Depression took toll on my room mate which lead to him committing suicide after repeatedly ramming his head on the wall.
I was left alone.
Five decades has gone.
I'm still in here. In this deplorable space, entertaining humans. Helping these men earn more money every single day.
Will I ever meet my family?
Will my day ever come for me to return home?
My name is Lolita.
I was kidnapped when I was four.
