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Without any consideration for my privacy, Mrs. Gomez roughly dried my body and demanded I redress quickly as I was required to join her sons and their guest for dinner. I did as she requested, but only because she terrified me so much, and then obediently, I followed her out of the bedroom. It wasn’t as if I had any other choice, as her grip on my wrist was so tight her fingernails dug deeply into my skin. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she had managed to inflict just enough pain to prevent me from even thinking of running away.
The next room we entered was larger than the others and, once again, unlike anything I’d ever seen. As I previously mentioned, my momma and I had been living in a building constructed of mud blocks, so there were no fancy coverings lining our floors. I can recall being surprised at how soft the ground felt as I walked barefoot across the room toward my captors.
In the center of that room, directly over a large wooden table, there hung a beautiful glass chandelier lighting the whole room. I must have stared at it in amazement for the longest time because the only lighting my momma and I had in our small home was the candles we lit each evening.
As I approached the wooden table, I noticed Andres, Sebastian, and their friend watching me silently. To the three men seated, I can only imagine my actions would have appeared like that of childish wonderment as I glanced around the room.
Inviting me to be seated, Andres introduced me to their friend, a man by the name of Jason Alexandria. Apparently, he was a business associate of theirs and Antonio’s and the reason I was brought to their home. I had no idea why he would want to spend time with me, especially as I’d never seen him before the previous day in the field.
I can vividly recall being petrified at the time, especially when Jason asked me to move to a seat closer to him. My momma explained the birds and the bees to me, but nothing she taught would prepare me for what I was about to endure at the hands of Jason Alexandria.
Jason said I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. You must remember I was a sixteen-year-old girl at the time who had never been shown that kind of attention before, so I eagerly drank every sugar-coated word he uttered. He spent that first evening making me feel special, so I sat quietly and listened as he showered me with compliments.
Jason had me believing that there was no other girl in the world like me, which would ultimately be my downfall. I’d only ever heard stories from my momma about her life with my father, and as young girls do, I dreamed I would have the same one day. Jason’s charm and manipulative manner eventually won me over, and I foolishly lowered my defenses.
When he politely asked if I would stay with him that night in his room so we could talk further, I quietly agreed. I wasn’t expecting anything bad to happen, but then again, I was a girl who took everything everyone said at face value …how naïve and trusting that girl was.
The room he was staying in had a large four-poster-style bed directly in the middle. The wooden posts were painted black, about two inches in width, providing a support base for the thick metal chains hanging from the top. I found it funny when I first saw it because the wood extended past the end of the bed, and some of the chains were attached to a strip of rubber. Lining the wall beside it was a large collection of whips, belts, and paddles.
I remember asking Jason what contraption it was and what the things on the wall would be used for. Smiling, he told me it was so that he and I could have some fun during his visit with Andres and Sebastian. Dumbfounded, I looked on in bewilderment, wondering what kind of fun we could possibly have with a contraption such as that. I now know it was a BDSM sex bed with a hanging sex swing.
It was one of many BDSM rooms in that house.
It wouldn’t take long before the nice version of Jason disappeared, and a nastier one replaced him. The moment we entered through the door, he waited long enough for me to walk toward the bed before closing it and locking it with a key. Placing the key in his pocket, the smile that once shadowed his face disappeared, and, in its place, an evil-looking grin took over.
He advanced upon me with slow, deliberate steps, only stopping when the back of my legs stood flush against the edge of the bed.
It’s his words, though, that haunted my dreams for many years after.
“I knew from the moment I saw you yesterday that I had to have you, sweetness,” he’d stated, running the back of his hand along my cheek.
His touch had me recoiling instantly, my body flailing backward onto the mattress.
“You and I are going to have fun tonight,” he’d drawled. “The things I want to do to this body,” he muttered, kneeling over me.
That first night was the most traumatic for me. Jason Alexandria not only stole my virginity; he also stole my innocence. I spent hours with my arms and legs chained, and my mouth gagged to silence my screams while he did things to my body I never imagined possible. When he returned to his home in Brooklyn three days later, my mind was vacant, and my body was broken, covered in purple bruises.
During Jason’s absences, Andres initially kept me locked in the room he’d given me. Once they believed I’d become submissive enough, they started allowing me to roam the compound. The brothers only had one order from Jason; no one was allowed to touch me except him. Apparently, I was special, and he didn’t want to share. Because of Antonio's relationship with the Alexandria family, the brothers complied with Jason’s wishes.
I spent sixty-five days roaming the grounds of that compound, and not once did I ever see Antonio. I recall asking Andres, but he told me to mind my business. According to Sebastian, though, Antonio was spending more time on US soil expanding his business interests.
When I couldn’t take what Jason was doing to me anymore, I started to plan my escape. I knew I’d have to be patient and wait for the perfect opportunity, so I spent my days listening and watching. The more docile I appeared, the more trust was bestowed upon me. Sebastian was the nicer of the three brothers and allowed me to assist his mother in the vegetable gardens.
Each morning Mrs. Gomez would enlist my assistance in gathering fresh vegetables for that evening’s feast. When she began allowing me to do this chore on my own, I started to put my escape plan into motion. Eventually, an opportunity presented itself when the guard who patrolled the back wall fell ill and collapsed. Mrs. Gomez ran to assist him, then enlisted the aid of others to take him into the house.
Once I knew no one could see me, I slipped toward the back stone wall and searched until I located the hidden wooden gate. I’d found that gate days before when I was gathering flowers, and I had no idea if anyone else knew that gate was there because it was hidden under a wall of ivy. Without looking behind me, I hastily yanked on the handle with as much strength as I could muster until it eventually budged, pulling it open just enough for me to squeeze past. Pulling the gate closed, I used my hands to break through the ivy and then ran back to my momma.
I don’t know how long it was before anyone realized I was gone, yet the ones I believed would come looking for me didn’t; someone much worse did. I may not have seen Antonio during my forced stay, but he obviously knew I was there because it was he who came to my momma’s home to retrieve me.
When momma wouldn’t tell him what he wanted to know, he used his fists to force a confession from her. When that didn’t work, he stripped her naked and raped her. From where I was hiding, I could hear my momma’s screams through the silence. Sitting as still as I could, I quietly sobbed continuously, only returning to my momma once I heard the roar of his vehicle as it drove away. Upon my return, I found my poor, badly beaten, naked momma lying on the cold, dirty floor crying.
Through momma’s tears, she told me that Antonio kept saying I hadn’t repaid my debt to him. and that I needed to return to his compound immediately. Even today, I still don’t know what debt he refers to and can only assume it was something concocted by Andres and Sebastian to hide what they were up to.
Fearing Antonio’s return, my momma and I spent that evening hiding by the Atrato River, only returning the following morning. I didn’t know at the time, but my momma and some other elders smuggled me out of our town with the assistance of three American Aid Workers in El Dorado.
I refused to leave at first, but momma insisted I go for my safety. If it hadn’t been for those Americans, I’d never have been able to escape and start a new life in the US. I left my momma behind just before my seventeenth birthday and never returned.
A year later, I learned of my sister through one of the American Aid Workers …Constance Proctor.When Antonio raped my momma, he impregnated her, and even though he is aware of Camila’s existence, he has never met her. Momma would tell Constance that Antonio perceived Camila’s birth as a punishment for assisting in my escape.
