By Chimdi Jane Samuel.
When I was thirteen, my father owed a very rich and powerful man a huge amount of money and since he couldn’t pay him back, I was given to him as a price for his debt.
Now at age seventeen, I haven’t had a taste of the outside world. Alberto was my pain. My suffering.
He abused me and defiled me in the most horrible and cruel ways.
He kept me locked up in his house all day. I only came out when he had to take me for a very important occasion.
I stared out the window and saw two teenage girls in uniform, talking loudly and laughing.
Sorrow gripped my heart. I couldn’t help but wonder how it felt to have friends. To crush on a guy. To be in high school. To be in love. To be free.
A drop of tear fell down my eyes and I quickly wiped them away, in fear that Alberto would see it and get angry.
He wasn’t here in the room but his presence was felt.
I had grown to live by his demands while he was present or not.
Alberto was a monster, a demon. Satan’s reincarnate.
He brought me pain.
He owned my soul.
He owned my body.
He owned my heart.
He owned every piece of me.
I laid down on the bed and tried to sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come.
Alberto was in my dreams. He was everywhere.
Just as I closed my eyes, my door flew open and I heard heavy footsteps. It was coming closer, and I shut my eyes tighter. I knew who it was.
It was the beast.
It was the heartless monster.
It was Alberto.
Even as I tried to block the sound of his feet shuffling on the floor.
I couldn’t stop the feeling of his hands running down my cheeks. I whimpered.
“My dear wife, Eve, my soul” he said.
I turned and sat up right, staring at my hands, I couldn’t look at his face.
“Good evening “I said, visibly shaking out of fear.
“Did you miss me?” He asked, I could feel his gaze boring holes into my head.
“Liar” he shouted, he knew I wanted him gone, I could never miss a monster, a demon. My husband.
“Liar, I’m sure you want me dead and every opportunity you have to kill me you won’t miss it”
Very true. I hated Alberto.
I didn’t say anything as I let out a whimper.
“I missed you Eve and I’m going to show you how” he laughed, dragging my hand and throwing me in the bed.
No, no, no I knew what he was about to do.
“No, Alberto please, please don’t do this” I begged, now tears were visibly falling down my cheeks.
He unbuckled his belt and sat on top of me, tearing my gown.
“Stay still, wifey. I’m your husband afterall” he laughed.
I screamed at him, I lunged at him. I tried to get away from him. I struggled. Fighting with all my might.
But Alberto seemed to be enjoying himself. He touched me. Everywhere. From my chest down to my legs. Leaving his hand prints all over my body.
It hurts. It hurts so much. I cried. But Alberto didn’t stop.
Seconds turned into minutes.
Minutes turned into hours.
Alberto didn’t stop.
I was sore. Tired. Weak.
When was this going to end.
I laid limp on the bed. Not feeling anything anymore. I was just like a bag of rice. Not moving. I stared at the ceiling. Thinking. Not moving.
Soon he came down from me. Buckled up and left not turning to look at me.
I tried to get up, but fell back.
The pains between my thighs was unbearable. It hurts. All over my body hurts. I got up again. I needed to be strong. I fell back down but got up again. Tears blinded my vision as I went to the bathroom.
I stared at the mirror in my bathroom. Looking at my face. My brown wavy hair had lost its shine. My hazel eyes held sorrow and pain. There was a scar on my cheeks it was not very visible but it was there. I remember how I got it. *flashback* *Four years ago*
I sat on the big bed in a very big room. Alberto said the room was mine. I didn’t want to sleep here. I would be scared after all I was just thirteen years. I was used to sleeping with my parents in their room. I looked around the room. Too much space . Immediately I started crying, I missed mom and dad. Why had dad given me away to this man. Alberto. I knew him. Everyone knew him. He was wicked and he killed people. And my dad gave me to him. But why had mom done nothing about it. Instead she just stood there and watched the man take me away. I missed mom do much. I laid in the bed and tried to sleep ,but I couldn’t. I can’t sleep without Daniel. My teddy bear. He was soft and always brought me the comfort I needed. I wiped my tears and tried to sleep when my door room opened. I shut my eyes. And pretended to be asleep. But someone drew me out of the bed, and I screamed in fright. Alberto gazed at me. I tried to get up but fell down back. “You’re beautiful, you know? ” he laughed, touching my face . “I want my mommy and daddy “I cried, starting to shake in fear. Immediately, his smile was replaced with a frown . He was angry. . “How dare you speak of your parents, don’t forget they gave you to me. ” “No, my mom wants me back, they love me” This time I shouted. Just as I said that, he slapped me. “B—h, your parents haven’t taught you enough. You have a lot to learn from me. First, never speak back” He picked me up and took me out of the room. Fear surged through my body. I started crying asking him where he was taking me to. But he didn’t re ply. Soon we came to the door and I feared what was behind it He pushed open the door and threw me inside. I looked around and saw it was a torture room. It h as blades of all different sizes, shapes. Whips of different length and sizes hung on the wall. Fear gripped my soul. “I’ll teach you never to talk back at me “Alberto came behind me and pushes me to the chair In the middle of the room. “No, please, I’m sorry, dont do anything to me. Please” I begged. “No, darling. I haven’t even started yet” He took a rope on one of the tables and started to tie my hands. I struggled to get out of it. But Alberto was much more stronger. He tired my hands to the back of t he chair. And my legs also. I couldn’t move. “You have a lot to learn baby. Rule number one. Never talk back at your husband” he picked up on e of the knifes, it was short but sharp. He stared a t it and smiled. “Let’s start with your size” Then he came closer t o me. I struggled. Fought. Screamed at him. “Please stop it. I won’t talk back I promise ” I tried to move back but pains surged through my shoulders and back. Alberto brought the knife closer to my face. It was when the knife touched my cheeks, I screamed louder. I screamed. Then he began putting more pressure on my face with the knife. It stung. The pain started. Blood gushed down m y cheeks. The pain was unbearable . Then he finally let me go. Took a mirror from the t able then showed me my face. It was partly covered in blood and tears. “This is just a tip of an iceberg Eve, never underestimate me” Then he untied my hands and legs an d looked at me. He placed a klzz on my lips. “I love you, you know that?” I nodded. Tears streaming down my face . He then carried me to the room. I fell asleep in hi s arms. *flash back over*
I got into the tub, and scrubbed my body well trying to remove all traces of Alberto f!ng£rprints . H e had always said he loved me but never showed me how much. No one tortured the one they love.
I stepped out of the bathroom and went into the room ,only to find a girl there.
The girl in the room was stating at me. She looked a little older than me. With black hair and brown eyes. She was putting on a deep blue gown that reached her toes and in her hand held a box. I went forward to meet her and was about to ask her who she was, but she beat me to it. “Good evening Mrs Santiago, Mr Santiago asked me to get you ready for the Ball going on in one of his hotels. He said he would be here to pick you in an hour” She concluded, putting the box on the bed. “A ball?” I asked. “Yes ma, I have to get you ready now. Mr Santiag o hates lateness” I was going out. I was leaving the house. This wa s my chance to escape. My chance to leave Alber to Santiago. My chance to be free. I was going to run away. Finally, I was going to get a chance to leave the party and run away before Alberto notices my absence. I was going to run, escape and never look back. I smiled and sat on the chair as the girl started with my face. In a few minutes, I turned to look at the mirror and could barely recognise the person who stared back at me. My hazel eyes looked brighter. My cheeks looked brighter. My skin shone. My eyebrows perfectly carved. My scar was invisible. My lips shone deep red. My hair was in a perfect bun. It was neatly packed. Silver pins glittered from my hair. I was gorgeous. “Mrs Santiago, this is your dress” I turned to look at the girl bring out a deep blue gown from the box on my bed. I gasped. “Mr Santiago picked it for you from the mall. He knew you would like it” Alberto picked out a dress for me. The dress was magnificent. I quickly put it on and stared at the mirror. It had a V neck. It sleeve hugged my shoulders exposing my neck. It was long. Hugging my body so tight . The dress had silver stones from the neck to the br£@st region. It was a beauty. I was a beauty. I was gorgeous. I could barely recognised myself. I turned and noticed it was opened at the back. So my legs were on full display. I smiled at myself. This dress would cost thousands. “Now your shoe, Mrs Santiago” The girl said, bringing out a shoe from the box also. It was pure silver, From the straps to its heel. It had stones on it, blue,silver. It looked beautiful. “Mr Santiago really wanted you to look beautiful tonight, Please make him happy. He spent a lot on what you’re wearing” She said. I couldn’t speak, I was dumbfounded. I looked younger and beautiful. I looked like a queen. “Thanks so much” I told her. Just then the door opened to reveal my husband.
He was fixing his tie but immediately he saw me, he stopped. He was shocked. He stared at me from my face to my toes. He was breathless. He was frozen in his spot. He tried to speak but no words could come out. Finally he spoke. “That would be all ,Tina. You can leave me and my wife” Alberto said. looking at me straight in the eyes. When Tina left he came closer to me. “You look beautiful Eve” He said rubbing his f!ng£rs on my face. “You look like a queen. My queen” I blushed. For the first time, whenever Alberto complimented me i never blushed. So why was I? “Thanks for the dress, It’s beautiful” I looked at him. “You are not so bad yourself” Alberto was wearing a deep blue tux. His hair was neatly combed backwards. The 26 year old man before me was handsome. His green eyes held lust as we stared at each other. He was tall. Had a good body statute. His muscles seem to bulge out of this jacket. Alberto was handsome, no one could deny it. Not even me. At 26 he was handsome, rich and powerful. He had five star hotels all over the world. Santiago Suite and hotels.
He opened a little box in his hand and i saw a diamond necklace. “Alberto, this would cause millions!” I gasped. He just smiled and move behind me and placed it on my neck. It was shiny and it looked expensive. “I would buy the whole world for you, my dear wife” He placed a klzz on my cheek and then on my shoulde”You look gorgeous, beautiful. You dont know how badly i want to rip this dress from your body and take you now the whole night” Fear. I was scared. I was still sore. No, Alberto. please not now. Just then some one barged in and Alberto let go of me. I released the breath i was holding. Thank God. “Boss, the limosine is ready dowmstairs” Tyler, a man a little older than Alberto said. Tyler was Alberto right hand man. Very loyal. He was handsome but not as Alberto. He had a wife and a little boy . They came very rarely. “Come on Eve, the car is waiting” Alberto took my hand. I had never seen him so gentle with me. He was even smiling. This man was different from the Alberto i knew. He was nice. I smiled and held his hand tighter as we went downstairs. Alberto was making me smile. And happy. I quickly shook that thought away. What was wrong with me? Had i forgotten who Alberto was? This was the same man that abused me. The same man that totured me. Why was i acting like this? Had i forgotten my plan? My plan to run away cannot be stopped by Alberto sudden change. Even if he buys the whole world. I was going to escape this night. I was going to leave and never come back. I thought as we made our way to the Ball