Who do I trust

Our cell

From what I can recall, I can definitely say the place was a brothel and a human trafficking facility.

The girls on all 3 sides of the room we were held in (front opposite, left & right hand sides) would cry as I hear moans and groans, some would scream "I don't want to be taken away". The day we arrived was like one of those horror movies where the sole survivor needs to overcome the obstacles in order to reign but this was totally different because the obstacles were much bigger than us.

Assuming by the forge, the chilly wind and the dark skies when we arrived I guess it was around 3a.m. and that explains it, who would travel the whole day in a bus full of drugged girls laying in the back walk way anyway?

I was awoken from my drugged sleep by a cold machine gun handle held against my trout and loud voices shouting "we have arrived, it's time to wake up!"

When I tried opening my eyes it felt like I have been asleep for more than a month, but that's impossible, there was a very bright light shining outside the bus and the men there were ready to receive us, that's when I saw the guy who drugged me the last time I was conscious behind the hotel helping with waking up the unconscious girls. I kept feeling a sharp cold sensation on my neck, when looking up I saw a tall Mexican guy who was smiling, holding a machine gun handle against my neck and looking at my breasts in these robes that were revealing on the lower shoulders, I quickly jumped back in shock only to hit my head against the bus back window again and he gave me a smug and said "I've been here since the bus stopped and I was only attracted to you polluelo, you see...my gun Elanzo also likes you, that's why it woke you up, me and you are going to have fun here"

Suddenly the drugs started wearing off, my bones became stiff and my heart gave me five beats in each second.

The guy who I only got to see his bald head when we were at the back of the hotel and was supposed to be the driver shouted as he sat in the front driving seat, turned on the buses ignition and looked back "hey, what's keeping you long there? we have more girls to collect and deliver them at multiple locations...hurry it up!"

As I started to look around the other girls were already off the bus and it was only me, the driver, the Mexican guy and the two other guys who were with us in the bus ever since we left the dark alley at the back of the hotel.

The Mexican guy answered "It's all good, we are leaving" then turned back to me "this is not a good first impression right? dama!" He then placed his machine gun around his neck using it's belt, it hung to his left hand side under the arm and he grabbed me by my hand as he said "welcome home" The he started dragging me all the way through the bus, it was hard for me to stand by my own since I have been drugged this much, " I'm not weak, the other girls weren't drugged for a second time behind that hotel" I said to myself while being dragged pass the first guy who drugged me; "wait, at the bar there were guys with suits, driving an audi...they sold me to these guys who wore regular clothing and were used as transportation, now I'm at this location; our destination" I said to myself while passing the second guy.

"Death would be good for me at this moment" I said to myself and I was dragged down the bus stairs and the driver looked straight into my eyes with no remorse "thats would be all" said the driver and the bus started moving away slowly. My lower body hit the ground soil and my side face followed, I started feeling drowsy then the Mexican guy said "this is only the beginning, you will get used to it" I got the strength to stand and we passed through a heavily guarded tall fence gate with the bright lights that hit my eyes while I was in the bus hanging up, the area looked like a

military base with no surrounding houses...I remember thinking to myself "how on earth is one expected to escape this hell hole" as the Mexican guy shoved and pushed me to walk quicker on my back using his gun because all the other girls were already in.

It was like a five minutes walk from the gate to the house, it was like a warehouse but with different/ separate rooms, there was water leaking from the ceiling and only one light bulb working in each 15 meters of the passage way, there were so many rooms and they all looked the same, if we were allowed to go to the toilets, finding your way back to your room would prove to be a difficult challenge...I started to see the girls who were moved first from the bus ahead of me being designated to their rooms, only 3 were remaining and the Mexican guy shouted "Gustavo, que estos cuatro permanezcan juntos", I looked him straight in his eyes and answered something that was not directed to me and sure wasn't expected from a girl of colour "es una buena idea", I had taken Spanish as my first additional language in school, so I could speak and write it too. Then the Mexican guy behind me with the other guy standing with 3 girls by afar (Gustavo) started to laugh together and said "you're a clever one, I knew there was something about you when I approached you in the bus, the Cartel will love you, I'm not sure about the Yakuza...maybe you have Japanese inside that little body" he then pushed me hard towards Gustavo and the other three girls and Gustavo said "this is your room" we all entered and the door was locked, the cell had only one steel base and a stinky mattress on it, it looked and felt like countless number of dead bodies have been on that bed before. It was dark without any light bulb except for the light coming in through the small space under the door, all the girls around me started crying and I couldn't help myself but started crying too.