Mexico Has Splinters

Part 7

It has been approximately three days since I have been here. Surprisingly, it's been relaxed. We don't do anything at all, other than watch t.v. and eat whenever. They don't speak to us or put hands on us, and they feed us five star meals. I have this gut feeling though this is just the beginning.

I tried speaking to Morgen yesterday when we were eating, but she just ignored me. I finally worked up the courage to ask one of the men to get me a notebook and a pen. I received a pencil and a napkin. I just celebrated in silence.

Speaking to some of the ladies here, they are really just regular people. One lady is 34, and she's a broker for some prestige company. She was only here for a work retreat. They grabbed her from the shopping district, she was using the restroom.

Maria is 23 and from Sarasota, Florida. She came here to visit her sick grandmother. They snatched her up as she was taking out the trash. Her grandmother is all she has left of family.

Callie is 9 and originally from Chinatown New York. She was leaving school and about to get on the bus when they grabbed her. Her parents own a major Tech company Alibaba. They have the resources to come and find her at any point. They're just too busy to notice.

Masie is 19 and had tried to escape on more than one occasion. The first time she ran out of her cage and into the road. Apparently, the person who was on duty that night had fallen asleep. They eventually caught her and starved her for three days. She stopped talking to everyone after that.

Me, I've been hanging on by a thread. Sometimes I entertain the thought of running away, but then I think I'm not brave enough. I wonder about the rest of the world and how there is so much dangerHow could one person put a stop to all of it? Was it even possible?

I turned over and tried to take a nap.

SLAMMM!!!

I bolted upright just as the door opened and closed.

"Where are the new ones, I wanna see them right now!" A man bellowed from his chest.

He was y'all and stocky and had an eerie look on his face, sort of like he was feeling too many emotions at once and his face couldn't keep up.

Briskly his men shit up and began pulling girls out of their cages. Someone must've been pulled too hard cause Masie fell and Callie cried. They yanked me out last and lined us up next to one another.

I felt so dirty. The way the evil man was looking at the girls was disgusting. I could have thrown up in my mouth. He would look at them up and down once then turn them around and do the same thing. After that he would run his hands on them to make sure everything was real. He didn't touch the little ones, and for that I'm glad.

Then he stood in front of me. He did a once over and said, "I want this one for myself. For the rest, out them to work. And you all know the drill with the little ones. Carry on." And just like that he left.

Everyone is put back but I was the one who was told to go change into something "more fitting for a lady". Whatever that means.

I was taken to a back room and instructed to take a full shower, wash my hair and look presentable for the man. He was supposed to come take me out to a proper dinner and inform me of my duties.

I was not looking forward to any of this.

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I was told to dress comfortably but to look nice. I threw on a T-shirt and jeans.

I hoped we were going to a buffet because I was really hungry.

In the car we small talked until we arrived at the restaurant.

"So what is your name?" He quizzically asked.

"Tez." I said plainly.

"It's nice to officially meet you Tez. Is that short for something?"

"Nope, just Tez."

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Eric, was his name, took me to a decent restaurant in Mexico City and the scenery was extravagant.

I felt hopeless but I had to plaster a smile on my face only because I was out of that hell hole. I just wished the rest of the girls were free as well; one day that would be true.

As we pulled up to the restaurant I felt nothing but awe. The restaurant was gorgeous. As we pulled up the valet came to open my door but Eric stopped them and opened it for me.

As we were seated I glanced around the room. I see nothing but money, money, money. Rich people have it so easy but they have more issues than they know what to do with.

The waiter came over and took our drink orders. I wanted water, he got sprite.

"I wanna go home." I stated firmly.

"You cannot, not until I get what is owed to me." He replied.

"What do you mean 'owed to you'?" I was very confused at this point.

"A long time ago, there was a boy and he was in love with a girl,"

—wait so this is about a random chick?"

I remained confused for the rest of his story.

"— anyway before I was interrupted, he was deeply in love with her,but he couldn't be with her because of his status. He wasn't HIV positive but he was at a different social standing as she was. None of that mattered to her, all she wanted was him. But her father wouldn't allow them to be happy together. So her family moved away and she was promised to someone else."

I was still at a loss for words, but this story didn't have anything to do with so I just nodded for him to continue.

"It was then that he had this obsession to keep tabs on her and he finds out that she's had a baby by her new husband and he grows furious. So now he drives over to her house and waits, for days, until he can talk to her. Then one day he goes up to the door as the husband is about to leave. He creeps up to the window and looks in. He knows that she's had the baby but he has to see for himself that the baby isn't his and he can finally go home to his wife. As she turns, the beautiful baby girl looks tiresome in her mother's arms. Her beautiful brown eyes shine bright as she gazes at her mother, almost mesmerized."

I didn't realize that his story would be a tearjerker. But I held it together.

"Was the baby yours?"

"She wasn't sadly, but he still cared for her mother."

"What was her name, if I may ask?"

"Her name was Mira."