Class Trip (12 page)

“Shh – it's
part of your punishment. This will help remind you that running away
is very bad. We won't be leaving keys lying around anymore.”

“You could
leave them in the car with the car running and the door open and I
wouldn't touch it.”

He really laughed
then. “I guess you have learned your lesson. Still we will be
careful. I learned something too. I thought you were Italian. When
the others find out you are American they will flip out because I
kept you.”

“Why? Is it
because they don't like Americans?” I was surprised at how I easily
talked to him.

“No. It's
really hard to get hold of one for sale, especially one like you. You
are sweet and innocent and so beautiful. If you had been up for sale
then you would have brought in over two million.”

“Just because
I'm American?”

“Yes, and
because you are so innocent. The combination is very difficult to
find. But I found you and now that you promise to be good – ”

I nodded.

“Then nothing
can stand in the way of our happiness.”

Except that I
wasn't happy.

He carefully
dressed me and brought me downstairs. Everyone was gathered for
lunch. He was pulling me behind him. He pulled out my chair and I
started biting my lips.

“Sandra, it's
all part of your punishment. Sit down already.” He gave me a look
that told me not to mess with him.

But the thought
of even bending was too much for me. “Please no, Tata.”

His hand flew to
my ear and he had me in a chair in a second. My body tried to bend up
and out of the chair but he was holding me down by my ear. “You
will sit nice for me,” he scolded me.

I sat on my
bottom and just cried. He sat down next to me and filled a plate and
set it in front of me. “Eat, no games today. I'm warning you.”

I reached for
water and he raised an eyebrow. I drank it down within seconds. He
moved so he was really looking at me. He poured me another glass.

I reached right
for it.

He stopped me.
“Slowly.”

I nodded at him
and drank as slowly as I could but still the glass was empty seconds
later. He sighed and poured me another. The whole table was quiet as
they watched us.

“Eat
something,” he said.

I picked up my
fork and took a bite. The food was really fatty and spicy. My
shoulders dropped. This was just terrible. He was going to get very
mad at me.

There was a
breadbasket on the table. I was eyeing it. He reached over and got a
piece and laid it next to my plate. “Just eat something.” He
turned his attention to the others. They started talking like
everything was normal. For them I guess it was. I had pulled
something, got caught, punished and now it was over.

Tata had his arm
around the back of my chair and the ten that I wasn't allowed to look
at were sitting behind us. Everything was normal.

Tata's cell rang
and he answered it in English. “Yes, Jonathan Clover speaking.”
He stood and left the room.

Everyone watched
him leave and then they looked at me. They knew something that I
didn't.

He came back a
few minutes later. He pulled me to my feet and said something to the
rest of them. Tata was in a hurry, so we left the cafeteria quickly.

“I got a job
again. This time in England. Tata will have to leave right after
lunch. My mother will take care of you when I am gone. I need you to
be good for her. I will call her every day and ask.”

I nodded at him
again.

Tata got a
suitcase and turned to our wardrobe. He was quickly packed. He placed
his suitcase to the side and started to get undressed. “Take your
clothes off, angel.”

I was scared
again. My back was whipped up and down; lying on it would only be
painful for me.

Did he care if he
hurt me or was that also just part of my punishment?

“Tata is going
to be gone for a while. At least six weeks. I need you before I go.
Get undressed now.” He had stepped forward and grabbed me by my
face. He let go. “You haven't been that good for me. You want me to
have a good memory of you before I go, don't you?”

“Yes, Tata.”
I slipped out of my things and laid them on the chair. Once I was
naked I looked at him to take over.

He didn't
disappoint me. “Come here. I want you to crawl on the bed on your
hands and knees.”

I wanted to go
around the bed to the other side but he grabbed my wrist and pulled
me back to him. “Listen to what I say to you. Do exactly what I
tell you.” He turned me so I was facing the bed. “Go on.”

“But it's
indecent.” I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Do I need to
go get my cane again?”

I climbed up like
he wanted right away.

“Next time
without discussing. This is me being kind to you because of your
back. This way you don't have to lie on your back.” He sounded so
mad at me.

I felt his hands
on my hips. He was positioning me. “Spread your knees a little
wider apart. That's right. Stop right there. I'm going to pet you a
little. Don't move.” I felt his fingers between my legs. I tried to
jerk away from him but the second time he gave me a smack for doing
that.

Tata entered me
after playing with me for a few minutes. He glided right in and it
didn't hurt. He moved his hands to my hips and moved me back and
forth on his penis.

This was new for
me and I figured that he wasn't getting the nicest view from me. This
could be hurting me a lot worse. At the moment it only hurt when he
was deeply in me, which he seemed to avoid doing.

The feeling I was
getting was so different from ever before.

“Does it still
hurt?” he asked.

“No,” I
admitted.

“See I told you
so.” He started moving faster and his hip hit against my bottom. I
was in pain again. He went faster and faster. His breathing was
coming in heavier and heavier. I wished it was over but it wasn't.

“You are so
nice and wet for me, angel.” He pounded on and I hoped that he
would finish soon. He was slamming into me so hard that his scrotum
was hitting against me too but that felt very good.

The rhythm of
that was making me breathe heavier too. I had to bite my tongue not
to say that he should go even faster. I held my breath and the
feeling continued and got even better. My arms were starting to go
weak. I lay my head down on the bed to give them a rest.

“That's it.
Just enjoy what Tata is doing to you. This is really nice, isn't it?”

I was opening my
legs a little wider so he would have better access. I didn't want to
do it but my body was trying really hard to make decisions for my
mind.

“Oh,” he
moaned. “Here it comes, angel.” He pushed into me and held still
for a moment and then he pumped every now and then.

He pulled out and
went to the bathroom. I wasn't sure what to do. I could hear him in
the shower. I slowly got up and went into the bathroom too. I cleaned
myself up and slipped out of the bathroom. I was dressed and standing
in the corner when he came back showered and shaved.

He pulled out a
suit that I had seen him wear at school before. He dressed and looked
at himself in the mirror. His tie was on perfect and he looked
dashing again. The girls would all have a crush on him until he
started beating on them.

“Come here,
angel. I want to talk to you.” I came out of my corner and walked
towards him.

He sat down on
the bed and patted it next to him. I slowly sat down. “I already
explained that I have to leave. I will be gone for a while. This is
really bad timing but a teacher there got sick for real and I have to
go sooner than planned. I hate having to leave you but I will come
back to you. You don't have to worry about that. You are my best
girl.” He hugged me and held me to his chest.

“I need you to
be really good for my mother. They didn't want me to keep you but the
thought of another man getting you was driving me nuts. This is what
is best for both of us. Don't tell them that you are an American.
They will be very mad if they find that out. That is just our secret.
I know how much you would have brought in but you are worth so much
more to me. Okay?”

I nodded like I
always did.

He hugged me even
closer and kissed the top of my head several times. “I am going to
miss you so much.” We sat there for a long time.

“It's time to
go and eat,” he said and then he kissed me again but on my lips
this time. We went down to eat hand in hand.

He was careful
not to spill on his suit as he ates. He was acting very correct and
serious. Tata would fool them all. I would never be fooled again.

A woman came in
from the kitchen. I could hear her shoes clicking on the floor as she
marched over to our table. She walked around it so she was facing
Tata. She threw something down on the table. I recognized it right
away. It was my passport.

Tata picked it up
and looked in it. My driver's license landed on the table next and
then my social security card.

He glanced at the
license and then laid everything in a pile and said something.

A commotion
started then. Everyone was talking at once. They were upset and Tata
stayed so relaxed. That seemed to make everyone even madder. He stood
and grabbed me by my hand again. The others were still pleading with
him. Tata yelled and everyone else shut right up. He walked out of
the room with me in tow. He brought me up to our room.

“I have to
leave now or I will miss my plane. No other man is allowed to touch
you. If anyone, really anyone, tries I will kill them. Is that
clear?”

“But it would
be too late. Men are stronger than I am.” Tears spilled out of my
eyes.

“You tell
anyone who gets too close what I said. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Tata.”

“Good girl.
I'll see you as soon as I can.” He kissed my cheek, picked up his
suitcase and left. I just stood there looking at the door. I wasn't
sure what I should do now or not do. I lay down in bed on my side as
I listened to the going ons in the house.

I heard a car
door slam so I went to the window. Tata was standing next to the car
looking up. He waved and I waved back. I watched him get in and one
of his brothers drove him off.

I went back to
bed and held my bunny, wondering what the others would do to me while
he was gone. He was already very clear that they hated me.

Would I even be
here when he came back?

No one came for
me at supper and no came at breakfast either. I opened my laptop and
entertained myself as best I could. I was bored. Lunch came around
again and his mother stood in the door. She came in and pinched my
ear and led me downstairs. She first let go at the table. I sat at my
spot. She plopped a pile of food on my plate and set it down in front
of me.

This seemed to be
the same meat and mixed peppers combination that they had at every
meal. I took a little bite and then grabbed a piece of bread. A few
minutes later she took my plate and scraped my food unto her plate.
She ate it and then she grabbed me by my ear again and pulled me with
her to the basement. I was crying by the time she let go.

My first thought
had been that she wanted to kill me. Then I had reasoned with myself
that she wouldn't try to feed me beforehand. Now I was standing in a
laundry room. She pushed me in front of an ironing board and then she
pointed at a basket full of our school uniforms.

I nodded and got
out a skirt and went to work ironing it. She left and I worked on
quietly. I worked for hours. Ironing everything that needed to be
done. It was dark when I was finished. I wasn't sure what to do so I
went up to my room and brushed my teeth and went to bed.

The next morning
she woke me again. They were having banana porridge. I just drank my
milk. The woman ate my food again.

“Maria.” She
pointed to herself.

I repeated her
name and she smiled for a second and then frowned at me like she
remembered that she hated me.

She stood and
grabbed for my ear again. I had to follow her but she let go as soon
as we were out of the door. She walked down to the basement again.
She looked over what I had done and smiled at me pleased while she
talked to herself happily.

More clothes had
come in. Maria taught me to use the washing machine by showing me.
She yelled at me too as she showed me. She wanted me to take care of
everything in here again today. I nodded at her and went to work.

She left me
again, taking away what I had finished yesterday. I cleaned up the
room and scrubbed the floor while I waited for the wash machine to
finish. I moved the things to the dryer and hung up what couldn't go
in the dryer. I worked for hours on end and no one came to get me for
lunch or supper. I had everything laid out on a long table that was
in here. All the towels were folded according to size, color and
texture and the clothes were also dried and ironed and laid in neat
piles.

I went to bed.

The next day was
the same story except that Maria came for me at lunchtime. They had
something with rice. It was too spicy and fatty for me again. I just
ate rice.

After the meal
Maria grabbed me by my ear again and brought me into the kitchen. She
made me cut up peppers, green, red, yellow and orange ones, tons of
them. I had to help out in the kitchen, which was full of other
people. I usually didn't understand what they wanted from me. Maria
would slap me then. I dished out the food for the other girls. They
hardly looked at me anymore.

When they all had
their food Maria pulled me to our table by the ear again. I knew what
we were having so I just took a piece of bread. After everyone was
finished I had to wipe off all the tables and straighten the chairs.
I helped clean up the kitchen.