I never dared to believe that my sister would sell me to human traffickers when she took me out to play.
I saw her take 10 yuan when she left. There was not much smile on her face, but she was obviously relieved.
I have always known that I am a burden, but I have tried my best to help with housework.
I don't know what I did wrong. Why did my sister have to sell me?
Soon after I was sold, I was blindfolded by the traffickers.
They kept walking with me and I didn't even know where I was.
Life after being sold was not easy. I didn’t have enough food to eat and couldn’t sleep well.
We were always on the run for our lives, living in fear every day. We would be beaten if we made any noise.
Those who were brave enough wanted to escape, but they were beaten to pieces before they could even get out.
I knew the same thing would happen if I ran.
I bit my lower lip hard, forcing myself to learn to be silent.
Because only those who don't cry, make a fuss or talk can survive.
I personally saw someone escape several times, only to be caught and beaten to death.
There are also some older girls who lived a life worse than pigs and dogs before they were sold.
Most of these human traffickers are men. They are away from home all year round. If they have a need, they will just find a young girl to satisfy their needs.
Maybe because I was too young and too thin, no one had ever taken a fancy to me.
During this period, I encountered several dangerous moments, but I managed to avoid them by pretending to be crazy.
I'm really scared and I want to go home so badly!
Even if you have to eat coarse grains and vegetables every day and have endless farm work to do, at least those days are free.
Now they are locked up in the house every day and sometimes even put in cages.
The traffickers took the leader to many places. As time went by, they moved farther and farther away from home and went to more and more remote places.
This place is even poorer than my hometown. I don’t even know which direction to escape from.
By this time I was completely desperate and even unwilling to speak.
It has been more than a month since I pretended to be mute. In order to avoid being discovered, I haven't said a word during this month.
Sometimes I really want to speak, but when I think about the consequences of speaking, I am too scared to speak.
Amidst this contradiction, I felt so torn inside that I seemed to be unable to speak.
Sometimes when it’s late at night and everyone is asleep, I won’t even open my mouth to try to speak.
But I tried very hard and just couldn't say it.
Of course, being a mute has its advantages. Apart from having to do dirty and tiring work, at least you won't be assigned to serve men.
Those who were able-bodied and eloquent had already been sold out.
I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to stay here, but I still have a vague expectation in my heart.
What if my sister gets a change of heart and comes to me again?
I thought about this every day, and after thinking about it for a long time, I actually believed it.
One day, when I was working, I saw a human trafficker who was in charge of guarding me get very angry.
I could faintly hear them cursing, "Damn it! Why won't the Public Security Bureau let us go?"
"We've already run this far? Do they have to force us into a desperate situation? I heard that a bitch is behind this. If I find out who it is, I will rape her!"
These are the only dirty things that are always on the minds of human traffickers.
I usually hate listening to them talk, but this time I was a little curious. Who is this bitch they are talking about?
A woman actually has such great ability that it can make these human traffickers tremble in fear.
I think that definitely can't be my sister. Apart from beating and scolding people and getting pregnant before marriage, my sister doesn't have such great abilities.
I heard that the situation outside is tense, and the human traffickers have been hiding in the mountains for several months.
I have been doing my job honestly and diligently in the past few months, trying to reduce my presence as much as possible.
But these beasts didn't even treat me as a human being.
Whenever they were unhappy, they would beat me up.
My body was often covered with bruises, and I was kicked in the chest several times, almost dying from suffocation.
Another time I even heard the crackling of bones, and when I stood up, my ribs really hurt.
I think I may have broken a few ribs, but what does that matter?
I still have to continue working, because if I don’t work hard, I won’t have anything to eat.
I endured the pain in my chest and lived a life worse than death every day.
Fortunately, I have a strong vitality and the broken ribs miraculously grew back.
Later, the chest pain subsided, and I knew I was recovering.
The feeling of immortality is so great, but why hasn’t my sister come to find me yet?
After living in the village for a long time, I gradually got to know the location of the village entrance.
When I finish my work, I will stand at the entrance of the village and look into the distance. I really hope to see my sister.
But no, not even once!
The traffickers became more and more violent, and I was beaten more and more every day.
Often, new injuries appear before old ones have healed.
Living in such pain every day, sometimes I really want to die.
More and more disappointments accumulated and my mental state completely collapsed.
I feel light under my feet, listless every day, and half-dead.
My appetite has become very poor, mainly because there has been little to eat in the past few months.
Every day we had wild vegetables, and only occasionally steamed buns and white porridge.
I can't eat much and I don't poop much every day.
My sister still hasn’t come to pick me up?
Maybe she will never come?
As I thought this, my whole brain suddenly fell into darkness.
I have been holding on for all this time, but I found that I really can't hold on anymore.
I fell straight to the ground and was later rescued by human traffickers.
They were afraid that I would die and they wouldn't be able to sell me for money, so they asked a doctor at the clinic to give me some random medicine.
I don't know what medicine I was taking, I just know it was very bitter. I didn't want to take it, but they forced it into my mouth.
At this moment I truly knew what it felt like to die.
I even thought to myself that since I was a superfluous person, it would be fine if I just died like this.
I heard some people go to heaven after they die. I wonder if I can go there?
I eventually got through it, but by then I was completely numb.
I don't want to do housework anymore, and I don't want to listen to anyone anymore.
For someone who is not afraid of death, I don’t think there is anything I should be afraid of.
What’s the point of living since my sister doesn’t want me anymore?
Her brother hasn't come to see her until now, maybe he will never come?
Seeing that I was half dead, the traffickers were probably afraid that if I continued to stay there, I would waste food and be unable to work, so they thought of selling me.
They asked me everywhere for buyers, but by then I was already numb.
Anyway, life is hard enough now, is there anyone who is suffering even more?
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