Chapter 3

He hastened the planting and just like yesterday, when noon came his companions rested and he in turn returned to the mansion to get food.

They will just rest for a while then they will work again until the sun goes down.

On his way home, he almost broke his neck and looked at the other hacienda. He wanted to see the handsome young man he met yesterday again. He wanted to stare at its perfect face again, so perfect that he could hardly remember the exact detail of its face. He had nothing to compare with its face.

WHEN he reached the mansion, he hurried into the stables. He had to re -fill each bucket of horses with edible grass.

After that, he went to the kitchen to help cook even though all he wanted to do was lie down because of the pain all over his body.

He almost jumped in panic when he heard his Aunt Mylene's voice.

Where's Elloisa?" Its a loud question.

Fear quickly flooded his personality.

Did he do something he didn't like?

Even before it left, he came out of the kitchen.

"Why?" He asked incredulously.

Large steps it approached him and dragged to where. He didn't know where his aunt would take him, all he knew was that he was going to cry because his hair on his scalp had almost been removed by the tightness of his aunt's grip r'on. Add to that it drags him.

"Aunt.... where will you take me?" He asked tearfully.

"Just shut up!" It growled at him.

Her tears never stopped, especially when they were about to enter a hidden warehouse. It was just underground of the mansion and only a few people knew that the mansion existed.

"Aunt?" She swallowed and her body went cold. He felt he already knew what it would do to him.

"Here you fit!" It pushed him inside. He was still coughing because of the thickness of the dust he had inhaled. He could barely breathe. Her eyes were closed as she helped herself to breathe.

He also lost his eyesight quickly when he heard the sound of a chain. Her eyes widened as her aunt pulled her to the side of the wall.

He struggled quickly. "No! Please tita, No!" She almost scream in terror. "I haven't done anything wrong!" Nagwawalang-aniya.

She almost screamed when her aunt slapped her on the chain. Her body quickly weakened and all she could do was cry as she tied the chain to the wall with both hands.

"Aunt." Her voice growled as she begged looking at it. Her chest tightens because of the extreme pain she feels. He didn't expect it, he couldn't imagine that people like him would be able to treat him like that.

She tried her best for them to accept her but she ended up here, in a dirty room with her hands tied up in a chain. There is no room of acceptance for her since her parents died.

His heart had been torn apart for a long time but he could not imagine that even his personality would be like his heart. She watched her aunt leave the room while her tears won't stop from falling.

Now ....

She is alone in a very dark room where there is only light coming from a small window. Ultimately the wind was hurting him, freedom yet so.

She is suffering from a debt she doesn't even know. She is paying a deficit through being locked-up. Is this even inhuman? No, she was never treated like a human she exists like an animal to them.

Is the family really real? She doubt that. He hid all his resentment under the burden of obeying and respecting his blood relatives but never once treated him like a nephew.

He was tired of asking what was wrong with his parents, especially his dad.

"Papa, eh" She was crying. "Why do you have to follow Mama? Why did you leave me crawling in the dark?" Full of resentment he asked at the absence.

He could no longer restrain himself from blaming his late father. "Am I not important to you? Didn't you think it was so painful when mama left us and then ... then you followed."

EVERYDAY is getting worst and worst. Both of his wrists had already passed because of the tightness of the tie d'on. Sometimes he did not drink water in a day. He sleeps in the dirty and cold cement whenever he is drowsy. He also can't determine what day it is? What time is it? Is it still morning or evening?

Her body was still breathing but she felt like her soul was dead.

"B -attract your cruelty?" Weakeningly he mentions the absence.

His voice was muffled by the cry for help but no one heard him.

His brain is already puzzled by the question of how far will he go? Will his life be wasted until then?

He clenched his fist when he heard the metal door open. He closes his eyes when the lamp of whoever enters his face.

Based on his calculations two people entered. Her aunt often came to her place to deliver food to her — if that could even be called food. Maybe eating pork tastes even better than the food it gives him.

His body doesn't get tired from a lot of work but in his current situation, his opponent's brain is his.

He was overwhelmed when Uncle Miguel grabbed his jaw.

"You're never really useful. I hope you just follow your selfish father!" His voice was mixed with grit at the same time as it tightened his jaw even more.

There were no more tears in her eyes unlike before. No more pity could be heard from him because he was tired and weary.

"Why don't you all just kill me?" Even though it was difficult, he still asked. He is useless, so why is he still imprisoned in the power of these people until now.

Her aunt and uncle laughed demonically. "Why are you so brave?" Her eyes glazed over, then she pulled out her hair.

He chose to bite his lower lip rather than shout because of the pain he was feeling.

His aunt also knelt down next to him and slapped his cheek. "We have more use for you"

He felt so scared but he tried to stand up, there was no trace of fear in his emotions but he knew inside him he was trembling with fear.

"But you can also rot here" His uncle's voice was sarcastic.

"What are you going to do to me?" The vibration in his voice could not be hidden.

Her aunt regretted her. "Let's say that when your dad's company and the ...." She trailed off "And what you inherit from Dad and mom, you can rot here or maybe you'll leave the world forever. You choose? "

Her tears did not stop, they just fell away. "Why?" He is fainting. "I think you have to do this?" Full of resentment he asked.

"Because your dad is worthless! He's selfish. There's so little he can't give us." Shouting that Uncle Miguel pointed at him. "We were just asking him for help to save Mylene and my company from sinking but he didn't even help us!" The uncle scolded him.

He also couldn’t help but raise his voice. "You know how hard it is for Papa n'un. You know how much he spent on operating on mama." She was already in tears. "Why do you have to come to papa, isn't he the only one who didn't receive an inheritance from your parents because he was rejected because you don't want mama because he's just poor! Whatever my papa has is because of his efforts . Unlike you who depend on others— "

He stopped speaking when his uncle slapped him hard. He was numb and his cheek went numb.

"Because your dad sucks so hard. If your aunt hadn't reported us, they would have helped us dad." Confused by what he was saying, his lips remained tight. "After all, you don't understand anything, you better not find out." After he spoke he spat in his face which he closed tightly.

His heart was pounding but he couldn't do anything, both his hands were tied, which he could hardly feel because of the length of time he had been tied.

How many days has he been ... or maybe he has been in jail for months.

Take a bath, Mylene" Uncle Miguel ordered his brother.

Did they feel sorry for him? Why should he take a bath? During his imprisonment he only now heard that. A hope was visible on her face.

"He needs to clean up again because we still have use for him." It adds. The hope he had felt before was quickly gone. It was as if his heart was torn by what he heard.

Why is he even hoping? Why does he still hope that one day he and his family will be treated well? Even if he is no longer considered family, just respecting him is enough for him.

He continues to hope that one day he will be free as well. He will continue to believe that god has a plan for him and that his life will not just end in a dark corner without seeing the true beauty of the world, without recognizing the people who will receive him.

He still hopes and believes that his life will be colorful again.

HE woke up to a cold water suddenly poured on him. Her whole body immediately trembled because of the cold, probably because it had been a long time since she had felt water. He could not remember when because of the length of time he had been incarcerated, he estimated that it was not just days, months but years. She lost count. Maybe he could count if he knew morning and night.

Ah, she missed the fresh air outside, she missed the whole outside. Even though his life is hard, the important thing is that he is still free to breathe fresh air, even when everyone is hostile to him, the important thing is that he is not alone. Walking and not confined to a dark corner.

"Why are you all doing these to me?" He had no living question to the man who did nothing but torture him.

Tita Mylene didn't say a thing, she continue ripping her clothes off until she was fully naked. There was no reaction from him but inwardly he cried out for mercy. But she remained silent, she knew she couldn't do anything.

He was so shocked when his aunt threw something at him — underware?

"Wear that!" This command is authoritative.

Fearing that it might happen to him if he did not obey he quickly put it on.

She doesn’t know why her aunt made her wear back panty but she doesn’t feel good.

Her aunt threw a white t-shirt again. "Wear that!" As before it is a strict command.

Should she be thankful that she has finally taken a bath and changed her clothes? Should he expect his aunt to treat him well? Hope welled up in his heart but you also quickly destroyed it.

"Is it over?" His uncle Miguel asked.

"Finished." Her aunt replied smiling.

He knew that something bad was going to happen to him right away. He thought he was tired and he had finished crying but he wasn't. Her tears are not over yet. It's hurt! The speed he expected.

She is unaware of what happens next, all she knows is that she is being dragged outside the mansion. And they are now infront of a white van.

"Where are you taking me?" Trembling, he asked his aunt and uncle.

"Just shut up." His Aunt Mylene shouted at him and closed his eyes.

"T-aunt, have mercy on me." She felt sorry for him while crying.

The loud slap quickly landed on his cheek.

"You're still short of paying off all your parents' debts!" His uncle Miguel shouted.

Her aunt and uncle are her dad.

"I know that, that's why I follow all your orders" Even though he was afraid of his possible fate, he still had the courage to answer.

"Just shut up because after that you'll be able to pay." Her auntie grabbed her hand and tied her two hands behind her back, also covered her mouth and she could no longer see because her eyes were blindfolded.

He still wanted to speak but only a growl came out of his mouth, his rich tears continued to flow.

He just felt like he was being forced into a car. The fear he felt at those times was overwhelming.

Until he felt as if something had been injected into him, his eyelids gradually became heavier and he finally fell asleep.

HE woke up because of the noise of the people. He quickly opened his eyes and hopefully he never did. He was in a prison -like state and was surrounded by many people.

She looked down at the only one she was wearing in a red bra and t-back. His whole soul was obvious. He bit his lower lip, pretending he was just dreaming but he felt pain on his lip.

No! He is not dreaming! What was happening around him was real.

Even if he wanted to hug himself, he could not because both his hands were tied to the iron.

People started making noise inside what looked like a gym. He was in the middle of the stage and the people inside were celebrating his body.

He remembered what his aunt and uncle had done to him before, here he was brought for what? What for?

In answer to his question the emcee began to speak.

"Ms. Jane, a fresh and virgin—"

Even before he finished what he was going to say, someone suddenly raised his hand, holding a number in his hand.

"1 million" Shouts the old man with a lot of body jewelry.

"2 million." The person holding the number 28 shouted, it also looks rich.

"5 million"

"7 million"

As the bid goes higher was the time her heart has been ripped into tiny pieces.

"No, please" he whispered weakly.

Even if what his aunt and uncle make him do is tiring and painful, he will just put up with it, just don't be like this. Just don't sell him.

She wept silently as her price went up and up.

"500 million, going once going twice—"

"1 Billion"

Her eyes widened and her lips parted.

Did his price reach the amount of 1 billion?

“1 Billion, going once, going twice,” Even the noisy men of old were silent. Only the emcee speaks.

"Okay, sold to number 101" The emcee announced.

To Be Continued...