Mr. Garcia’s POV
After staying there and experiencing the torture they inflicted upon me, I realized that there was a hell on earth. They were not humans. They treated everyone there like mutts. We were ants in their eyes. I had never suffered like that before in my life.
The pain. The torture. Everything I would never be able to forget in my life. I would never be able to forget how I was forced and gang-raped by them. I was a man with desires. I had only been with women. No fortune teller had predicted that I would be kidnapped and raped by a man like me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had embraced a woman. It had been a long time since I had last tasted and enjoyed a female clit. I believed this was karma. Everything had gone wrong from the day I had decided to sell that little girl. I should have listened to her plea when she begged not to be sold. I had no choice. I owed a lot of money, and the only way to get out of it was to sell her as a sex slave. Selling her as an ordinary slave wouldn’t have fetched me a lot of money. I had never thought she would be able to escape, and I had landed myself in that hell. If I hadn’t sold her off, I wouldn’t have been in that situation as well. Only if I had listened to her. She had promised to take more jobs to pay my bills. I had just been too greedy and selfish. I blamed the innocent girl for the death of my wife, even when I knew she knew nothing about her death. Looking back, I had indeed mistreated her a lot. I had never loved her, despite her always providing for my needs. She had even helped me clear some of my debts. Had I known, I wouldn’t have proposed selling her to Mr. Drake. That torture had been so much that I had begun to have tantrums. I had been made into a slave. They had put a dog choker on my neck. Many people had come day and night to see me. They had never gotten tired of having sex with a man like me. Those monsters.
My greatest wish had been to find my way out of that hell. I had felt I was going to die if I stayed longer. That place hadn’t been meant for me. I needed to plan my escape.
“How did that girl escape from here? No one is talking about it. How did she escape?” I had once tried to ask the guards, but none of them had spoken out. They had all been loyal to their monster master.
My hands had been tied together. I had been naked. Again, I had gotten no erection. It had been dead. I hadn’t even been well-fed. I had been fed once a day. “Is this what Ava goes through? Is this the life that every girl sold here experiences? It is worse here.” I had once overheard Mr. Drake asking one of his security to throw a dead female slave body into the lion’s den. In there, you had no say. You had no power over your life. Your master had decided for you whether to die or live. I had still been talking to myself when Mr. Drake walked in.
“You seem more obedient than before,” he had said, smirking. “You are a wise man, unlike that good daughter of yours. She’s a very bad slave. I would torture and kill her immediately after I get hold of her. My guards are still searching for her. If she’s not dead, I’m sure my guys will be able to find that bad daughter of yours. I will mince her into pieces and then feed her to my lions.”
“What!” I had been shocked. I had been shocked by his words. “Who birthed this monster?” Who gave birth to a vicious man like him? He had been cruel. He had no feelings for human beings. He had regarded everyone as an ant.
“Why are you so shocked as if you have come across a devil?” he had asked. “What’s wrong with you, slave?”
I hadn’t known when the words had left my lips. “Are you not a devil? I am shocked to meet a devil on earth.”
“What!” he had shouted. “Are you calling me a devil? I think you have forgotten who you are. How dare you call me a devil?”
Oops. I had thought I had woken up the monster in him. He had been going to order his guards to smack me. “What is wrong with this mouth of mine? Why can’t I keep quiet for god’s sake?”
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to call you a devil. I don’t know when those words left my mouth. Please, forgive me,” I pleaded.
My body couldn’t take another beating. All I could do right then was pleading with that horrible man in front of me.
“Know your place, slave.” I’m going to forgive you this time. But I promise you hell the next time you utter a statement like that again,” he had mumbled.
I had been surprised. It had been unlike that monster. Mr. Drake had seen happiness in his slave’s pains. I had been surprised when he let me go just like that.
“Thank you, sir,” I had said, forcing a smile.
“It’s okay. I’m here to tell you to get yourself ready. I have another customer for you. Listen, slave, I want a good job from you. No mistakes. No yelling or swearing. If you do not heed my instructions, you are going to suffer. I will make you suffer. Do I make myself clear?” he had told me.
I had been disappointed.
“I can see you are displeased even without meeting the customer yet.” You dare to show me that you are displeased with my arrangement. Mr. Garcia, you are no longer a free man. You are my slave and my customer’s toy. You have to serve them well. Don’t you dare show me your bitterness again? Only if you want to be my lion’s food, then you are free to act funny.
“I don’t want to serve a man. I’m not gay,” I had declared. “I hate being touched by them.”
“You’re in no position to tell me what to do. If you despise their touch, kindly close your eyes and imagine being touched by a woman,” he had shrieked in frustration.
“How can I manage to do that? Who does that?” I hollered. “You know it’s impossible, sir. I’m begging you, I don’t want to serve male customers again.”
“Do you want to die?” he had cried out. “You must have death wishes. How dare you tell your master what you want? You have to accept all my orders without challenging me. Can you stop frustrating my life? You’re no different from that daughter of yours. Like father, like daughter.”
“Please,” I had begged him. “Try to understand me. You’re also a man. I’m not saying I won’t follow your orders. I only desire to serve a female client.”
Mr. Drake had laughed evilly at my words. He had laughed until tears had started plummeting from his eyes.
“What’s so funny? Why is he laughing like this? Did I say something wrong?”
“I knew it. You’re such a greedy man. Do you want a female client?” he had asked. “A female client to fuck? I am sorry to disappoint you. No female desires an old man like you. Terry wants you, he wants you to be his girlfriend. You’re bound to him forever. And don’t ever request this nonsense again or else,” he had warned.
He had asked his guards to release my chains. All I had to do was to go in there, have a bath, and remember to wash myself thoroughly. Was I clear?
“Yes, sir,” I had retorted. Mr. Drake had walked out of the room. I had been all alone in the room when two men walked up to me. They had removed the chains. I walked inside the bathroom. I had seen myself in the mirror’s reflection. I had looked dire. My once beautiful skin had been covered with scars. I needed to plan my escape. I could never resign to fate. I would never stay in that damn place. I relaxed under the warm water. It had flowed all over my body; it had been nice only if I had been a free man. After cleaning my body, I had taken the towel and dried my body and hair before heading back to the bedroom.
My mouth had nearly dropped. I had been shocked. I gasped for air. My heart had been about to stop. I had seen a familiar face. He had been a close friend of mine. He had been Mr. Onion. “Is he here to pay my bills and ask him to free me?”
“What are you doing here?” I had asked him. Unbelievable.
“I’m here for pleasure,” he had replied, shocking me.
“Pleasure? The pleasure from who?” I asked again.
“What’s going on?”
“Pleasure from you, of course. I paid a huge amount of money to Mr. Drake. I have always liked you. I tried hard to seduce you, but you just wouldn’t look at my side.” I had puked at his ugly words. No wonder he had never married. He had had no wife or children. I understood everything now. It was because he had been a dirty man who slept with a man like him. That bastard. He was gay.
“Are you that disgusted with me that you puke? Do you know how hard I saved just to have you? It’s like a dream come true when I heard you were taken away by the sex master guards,” he had said.
“Enough,” I had yelled. “You want to have me, you disgusting piece of trash. Take a look at yourself. You stink, and your breath smells like a rotten dead rat.”
“Who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a mere slave. Right now, I’m your master,” he had declared.
“Let me go,” I had pushed him when he had hauled my hair. “Let me go, you dirty thing.”
“What is happening here? Mr. Drake’s voice had whistled.
Shit. I had gotten so emotional just then. I would be dead if he complained to him.
“He pushed me away because I touched him,” Mr. Onions had complained.
“And why would you do such a thing?” he had inquired. “Why did you push your current master away? He pays a huge amount, and you must please him by making him happy.”
“No, never. I will never let this hideous beggar touch me,” I had protested. “And who were you to tell me that?” he grinned before calling in the guards to tie me up. I was tied up like a criminal. I threw up again when Mr. Onion walked to where I was. He put on a mocking face. He began to approach me, and I vomited again as I felt his bad breath getting closer.
“Relax,” he said. “I’m going to make you ask for more.”
All parts of his body smelled. I knew him too well. He was a very poor man who begged everyone for food, including me. He begged for food. He was a beggar whom I took pity on. We became friends since I had no job, and we both had one thing in common. We enjoyed gambling together. I had never seen him bathe or brush his teeth. The same stinky beggar was the one here trying to sleep with me.
This was karma. This was my payback. I regretted every damn horrible thing I did to Ava.
I screamed and cried when he nudged his rotten dicky inside my anus. He began to groan and talk dirty to me.
“Do you like it, Williams?” he moaned.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I fainted, overwhelmed by his breath and everything.