Faraway from Home.

"Get up woman and wear those clothes lain beside you, before I get over there", I heard from a deep voice with Mexican accent. I liked up to see a hefty man at the opposite side of the room. He stood very close to the door and it seemed he was barricading the doors from something or someone. I had just opened my eyes and my eyes felt weak and my head throbbed badly. I could perceive the stench of alcohol and looked so much of a mess with the puke on my clothes.

I tried to steady my eyes to survey my new environment. It was a quite strenuous task. However, I was able to observe several other mattresses in the room. The windows were high above the walls and garbages were littered all over the room.

Suddenly I was flying in the air, with stars revolving round my head. The hefty man was beside me now, threatening to dish me another hot slap if I ever dared delay him once more. He ripped off the clothes I had on, while forcefully dragging the cloth on the mattresses onto my skin.

My face stung, my legs were weak and the throbbing in my head increased. I felt his calloused hands grab my arms, pulling me roughly towards the door I had observed him close to. My feet scrapped the floor as he dragged on without hesitation.

On getting towards the doorway, I noticed the door was just a linkage to another room. Even from a distance, the room liked far better than the one I had being in. I could hear the radio producing harmonious Spanish melodies and the laughter of some other men. This seemed to calm my nerves a bit as it was a proof to the existence of another life within the building.

Then he pushed me into the adjoining room causing me to slide and fall, while acquiring bruises on my palms and elbows. The events of the morning still held me in shock and I was yet to fathom how I had ended up here.

"Miguel, calm down. Be careful not to harm the lady," another voice also bearing a Mexican accent said, "You know I like them without much scars and bruises". I looked up with my weak eyes to see the man who had spoke. He was a short fat man, who was roughly around his fifties. He looked Mexican and when he smiler, he revealed a black tooth, I could only guess what could have resulted it. It could be resulting from too much smoking though.He raised his right hand slowly above his head and I noticed the men suddenly slipping out of the room as though he had spoken a silent command. Soon it was just the two of us.

I scanned the room once again, observing a neatly dressed bed tucked somewhere along the corner. I had not noticed it when I had first entered the room. I let my eyes dance around the other objects in the room before returning them to the man in the room. He wore a stupid grin stuck on his face. Then he said, " Never forget this: I own your body now and if you want to have a pleasant stay, you have to do as I say," and with each word he said he approached me. When he was close to me, he felt for my breasts like it was his right and fiddled them. Then he let his mouth come crushing down on my lips. "Welcome to Mexico," he chuckled, "Worry not bitch, because as far as I own you, you are safe".