The Void

*Some details in this dream are graphic.

I walked through the slightly dense forest between two villages, a tall but lean woman with a milk chocolate complexion. It was a warm day and the wind blew across my bare breasts as the sweat trickled between them like the river I had just visited. A couple of my village sisters were out fetching water like I was, and we were engaged in light conversation like we always were on these types of errands.

As we approached the outskirts of the village I felt something was wrong and slowed my pace. As we drew nearer, I noticed a strange commotion in the distance. The first glimpses of a number of my people, tied single-file and facing the north grew larger in my vision. Defeat was written on many of their faces and the scent of fear was very heavy in the air. I stood still at that moment as I realized we were being rounded up like cattle and were about to be taken…somewhere. As I remained frozen in terror one of my sisters looked at me, willing me to move but her captor soon noticed the source of her attention; smiling the very smile of evil as he eyed me as a predator eyes his prey. I turned to run only to realize that two of his colleagues were almost on top of me, and it was not long before each had one of my wrists in their hands. I struggled but it was useless to do so. It was the first time I had felt so powerless, but there was more to come on this journey to slavery.

I was bound to my sisters and we all made our way to the next stage in our journey. Each step took us further and further away from hope. Despair wormed its way to the destination through our bodies and abject fear, maybe even terror about what came next, rendered us silent. After hours and hours of walking with little rest, sores forming at the bottom of our feet, we reached a clearing that was bordered by trees. I looked at the clearing and thought to myself, this is where I will die. And there on a wooden stage in the centre of the clearing, I could hear the screams of the souls who died there before us.

There were about a dozen white men there, looking at us cheerfully as we approached. My sisters and I were lined up on stage hands tied behind our backs, stink with the sweat of our hard journey with our heads hung low. Our captor took great pleasure in having each one of us approach the front of the stage and forcing us to turn around so the buyers could get a 360 degree view of the merchandise. It is there that I lost my humanity and became chattel.

He pulled me forward to the edge of the stage. He walked around me, his eyes penetrating me before his hands ever could. “This is a most fine specimen” he said, looking at me as a lion would eye an antelope. What happened next ripped my soul right out of me. He placed a chair in the front of the stage and forced me to sit in it, pulling my legs open to fully expose me to the crowd. The tears flowed down my face as the men cheered and my captor forced his fingers inside of me. “See?” he said. “This one will serve any of you well, her pussy is tight and feels good, even on my fingers!” He burst out laughing and the crowd roared with cheer at the sight of his actions. Uncontrollably, I squirted on the stage and cheers rolled on to the stage. As the liquid flowed out of me, so did my soul.

There was no better way to hollow out my very humanity than to take control of my very body and its functions. After this I lost my power and was no more.

I awoke.