We had all been cramped inside a closed truck and most of us weren't aware about the situation. There were children about the same age as me in there and they all didn't seem comfortable. The bright sunlight was extreme for the kids who had becomed accustomed to the darkness of that place.
'Where are we?' I wondered.
The metal door was opened and children were led out, one at a time. I got up immediately as I saw them approaching our group. However, a sharp pain ran down my calf and I noticed a star shaped scar there.
"Ahh... It hurts!" I whimpered in pain, but no one cared. I looked around for Bond but he was nowhere to be found. I climbed down the ramp and looked at the man, who had his clothes covered with brown stains. He was creepy to say the least.
"Excuse me khaap, but where are we?" I tried to ask politely.
"Go to hell!" He yelled loudly.
The man seemed to be in a bad mood and he pushed me away. I crashed into another group of kids, who were as confused as me.
We were called to a place which seemed like a meeting ground. There was a raised platform where important announcements could have been made. We all were asked to sit down and watched carefully as Uncle proceeded towards the stage.
"My dear children, my name is Nanathon and you are here to serve a purpose."
His statement calmed us down somehow. But the next one broke all hell loose.
"Your parents do not want you all, and they have gifted you to us. We'll make sure you'll like it here."
I wasn't feeling well at that time. My stomach had gone bad and my refluxes were not functioning well. Besides that, his speech seemed to be worsening it.
'What do you mean by they don't love us?' Was the question that constantly came in my mind.
"Don't worry kids, if your parents don't love you, we'll punish them enough." He smiled as his browned teeth flashed.
At that time, I heard an announcement:
"Chattapan market is now ready for fresh livestock sale."
My mom had always mentioned this word and told its meaning countless times. Maybe that was the reason I felt the acid in my stomach travel upwards and eject out of my mouth, onto the unsespecting crowd." I am sorry." I profusely apologized.
However, apart from the crowd, no one had a reaction. I was carried in those wet and dirty clothes and was thrown in a cell, like others. Freedom wasn't an option in that place. We had quite a bare amount of sanitation facilities and stale food was given on a daily basis. On some days, the children were often taken out of the cells for the night and were returned the next morning with their clothes tattered and bodies bruised.
"Come on, kid! It's your turn to do some exercise." A guard suddenly showed up saying that.
He opened the cell and pulled me out by my wrist. My clothes gave out a strong stench due to the rotten vomit and he pinched his nose. "I don't want to go." I stated sharply.
"It's your fate, kid. You were born in the wrong family."
"I won't go!" I yelled but it was in vain. He picked me up and and carried me to a small room, where I was given a shower and he dressed me up in nice clothes. For some reason, his hand went to my hip and he started rubbing my posterior.
"The meat on here is the most delicious." He smacked his lips as I stared at him in horror.
"Uncle, please stop." I requested him.
I was carried to a lavish room of that place. Being accustomed to the small house, this room was no less than a dream sequence for me. Beautiful crystal chandeliers and heavy carpets adorned the beauty of the room. There was a round bed in the center with fluffy brocaded pillows. A man got out of the bathroom, wearing a barely covering bathrobe.
"This boy is beautiful." He approached me and raised my face by the chin. "You can leave now." He commanded the guard.
"This is taking 'eating beautiful food' to the next level." He whispered in my ears as he pinned my back to the wall. His hands glided into my pants as he grabbed my private part from the inside. With the other hand, he pulled down my pants and dug his face into my backside. I looked back in shock as I noticed his eyes full of lust staring back at me.
"Get off me!" I turned my torso to the front and tried to push him away but his grip was strong.
He grabbed both of my legs and split them apart, exposing my private part to his thirsty eyes. He got in between my legs and I felt his tongue rub along the sensitive skin. At that point, seven year old me could do nothing but cry. Cry for help, for freedom.
"Cry more!" The person demanded. At that point, he seemed nothing less than a psychopath.
Right then, I felt something hard near my backside. Unaware of what it is, I tried to grab it with my hands but it got covered with a white, sticky liquid that I didn't know about. He inserted the hard object into my posterior as a sharp pain ran up from my lower bottom. That object was rough enough to tear the skin around that area, causing blood to drip down. At that point I was too petrified to even cry. That man kept on repeating his action and even hit my backside mercilessly.
'I wish I could kill him.'
It's rightfully said that even in times that no one stands beside you, God never abandons you. I heard a sharp noise of glass shattering. When I turned back, I finally saw a ray of hope enlightening the dark cave of my life.