Right after the destruction of our homes by the invaders and the arrest of our parents, at least those who were still alive after the confrontation with the police, my mother completely lost track of reality and didn't say anything and we, her children, we were taken away by my aunt who lived elsewhere on those properties, an area that was not included in the government's violent actions against helpless families.

The other women and their children were left stranded over the rubble left over after the fire that consumed what little they had, we, on the other hand, believed that we had achieved more luck than them, but we were mistaken. Aunt Isabel was the ambitious type and capable of anything to achieve her goals in life, going to live with her was a terrible mistake that we had to pay at high costs.

Our mother lost her lucidity and started to live vegetating, without realizing what was happening around her.  So, my three brothers and I were at the mercy of our wicked aunt who immediately had the absurd idea of ​​throwing them in the fields from five in the morning to six in the afternoon based on bread and water, as if that were not enough.

 The poor people still had to sleep in an old shack together with a bunch of filthy animals. Like goats and pigs. I did not communicate with them for a long time because we were unable to meet at that end of the world. The property was immense and she did not allow me to leave the house, the strangest of all is that the greedy old woman did not treat me badly, on the contrary, she did all my tastes and I was transformed into a type of auntie princess, even a room just for me was given.

There were several employees there and two chubby women were chosen to take care of me, they bathed me, cleaned my nails that were previously black with dirt and combed my hair. Long and hardened with sebum because they had just been washed. I got a white dress, clean and fragrant, shoes and socks. That freshness was not just me, there were other girls living the same situation there. However, they were kept in another pavilion, separate from the big house where my aunt lived and kept me locked up.

Any other stupid tomboy would be happy to be overly pampered, but I am not, because like my grandma Chica used to say that. Those who have never eaten honey, when they eat, lick it. I was never flattered by my parents or any other relative. It was a prison for me.

 I soon realized that something was wrong and I was previously on the alert, ready for any news that might happen. He treated me so well that I started to put on weight, in a few months I was a fluffy tomboy with thick legs and, imagine, I even created an ass. On the other hand, my brothers went hungry and worked like donkeys in those fields of hell, I did not see them, but some women who prepared the food of the cold buoys told me that they ate badly.

 And fought like slaves in the hoe's handle. Sometimes they were even beaten by the overseers. I swear I was disgusted to learn of these things and I swore that that old devil would pay for what I was doing with them, I would not rest until I could fulfill my revenge. Another one that disappeared and I never had contact again was Mom.

She asked everyone as much as she could, but nobody knew about it, she just disappeared. Well, they did not speak or omit themselves by order of the Lady of the Whip, as the poor Aunt Isabel used to call, due to her boundless malice. The truth is that we were separated, our family was broken up, completely destroyed and our father remained in jail, who knows how, he had no idea if he was still alive or would have died at the hands of the police. Passaram-se seis meses depois da invasão nas nossas terras e de toda a desgraça que recaiu sobre nós, nem sabíamos ao certo como seria nosso futuro desde então.

 Um dia de repente fui acordada pelas gorduchas que eram minhas babás mais cedo que de costume. I was informed that because it is a special date, it should undergo a treatment more appropriate to the moment in question. They took me to bathe, the water in the basin made of crockery was so cold that it hurt my bones, they soaped me all over, they put a strange liquid in my hair, called aloe vera, that filled my head with foam.

 They brushed my teeth with a white paste. So, staggering was that drug that burned to hell. Then my head was wiped from my feet and I was taken to see the demon who was in charge of everything. When I stood before her, I looked at the monster with hatred and promised myself one day to kill her. The hatred I felt for being separated from my family and knowing in a monstrous way.

Knowing how my brothers were being treated by that ambitious witch. Working like slaves in their lands without any right made me want to burn her alive. If I could, I would do it right there without further waste of time. They took me to the presence of the vixen who demanded to be alone with me so that, as he explained, we could have a very serious conversation.

The brazen had the face to say that she kept me in that captivity for the sole purpose of negotiating my honor with the colonels, because they offered a lot of money for her to find minors. Children my age who served them as fun, with whom they practiced all kinds of sexual fantasies, so I understood why there are so many girls in the big house and the reasons why we are all treated so well by this monster.

Aunt Isabel was a tall woman, with a shapely body, a guitar waist and blue eyes, typical of a Northeastern woman, Daddy's younger sister who chose never to marry. From an early age she fell into life and went to the capital to prostitute herself, she became the family's shame and my grandfather cursed her due to the way of life he chose, while his other four sisters married and honored his father's name, continuing to tradition of living with dignity, she opted for prostitution.

Dad always talked about her with a tone of annoyance in his voice, everyone was indignant at the way she led her destiny. Ridiculing the rest of her family in front of strangers, because in the backlands it was like that, if the daughter of such a guy became a girl all speak ill of the whole family. However, the unusual happened and the scoundrel was able to lead very well the beauty that she inherited from my grandmother, who was beautiful in her youth, becoming a luxury prostitute and companion of rich men in the capital for several years.

This made him accumulate a lot of money in the bank and return to his homeland after twenty years full of money and snubbing greatness, however, despite this, she continued to be disowned by her parents. And the rest of her family, which left her bitter with anger. She bought a huge property far from our village and set up her grand-bitching whorehouse.

 Where many of her former clients came from all over to have fun and fulfill her sexual fantasies with girls, she abducted from far away with the help of people without her. lesser nature and in exchange for good amounts. In some cases, she took advantage of the situation of some families in complete financial need and practically bought their daughters when solving their parents' problem.

Because they were indebted to the damn, they were obliged to hand over their even smaller girls to prostitution until they were able to return the loan, which was practically impossible, since the interest on the amount owed was incalculable. Acting in bad faith and hiding in a region with little or no access by the authorities, at a time when there were no laws in defense of minors, as they do today, the bawd did well in her profitable sexual exploitation business. Pedophiles came from large urban centers scattered across the country to the brothel. They moved from everywhere to satisfy their immoral desires with the poor people.

They were informed by word of mouth from those who tried and approved the new form of entertainment. Because there was no internet at the time and communications were totally precarious, the landline was rarely used to make a reservation, choose a child or obtain information about the location, as there were no cell phones for faster communication, the ideal was even to be present in the environment personally.

On weekends many rich people arrived in their luxury cars and there was talk of building a helipad in an area located at a distance. To receive more important customers who would prefer to come in their helicopters from more distant places, such as Rio and São Paulo. There, men and women from all walks of life gathered, even politicians could be seen among the clients of that child prostitution ring, without anything being done in order to punish such a crime.

With this filthy method of work, my aunt became the most powerful of the bawd of the northeastern hinterland and started to dictate the rules in the region. The elders said that she would kill anyone who dared even say something contrary to her business or threatened to report it to the authorities. Geraldo, one of the employees, once told me that four other employees of the bastard were hanged, two men and two women.

They had been encouraged to free some of the small ones and had gone into the woods, she ordered her gunmen to go look for them and not come back without bringing them back alive or dead. Before long they had been captured, the girls returned to their rooms. And the four for helping to escape the minors were executed in front of the others who served in the place, to serve as an example.

The old man said that he was obliged to see, together with everyone else, the moment when the executioners hanged their four friends in a tree without the least pity or mercy. He recalled seeing the eyes of the women and the two men bulging out after the hanging. My goodness, just imagining such a thing, I was shaking with fear and started preparing for the worst. Without my parents around to take care of me and my older brothers enslaved in the slave quarters without being able to do anything in my favor.

If they were defenseless themselves, what would happen to me at that point in the championship? I once asked the vixen about my mother's whereabouts and she said that she was admitted to a hospital for mental illness treatment in the capital because her sister-in-law was going through a delicate moment of health.

I believed it, because ever since the invasion in the village and Dad was arrested, she was really unaware of the reality, while she was at the mansion, she always sat in a chair. With her eyes fixed at a distance, oblivious to everything around her. As for my father, the evil woman's answer was always the same, she had no news of him.

So, a long six months passed without me being able to get a sense of how my family really was. Until finally I was summoned to appear before the monster and I believed it was to know something about them, but I was wrong, the subject was another, it was the price I would have to pay for the time I was being treated like a princess in the damn house.

— My dear niece, how good it is to see that you were well taken care of by your nannies here in the big house, proof that your aunt is a good-hearted woman and cares for your good. After all, who else could have taken better care of you after so much disgrace fell on your family at once, right?

— I want to know how my brothers are doing. And mom, where is it?

— But cute, she looks like a girl, asking for the family with that angry face! Take it easy, my girl, all in good time, first we will understand the reasons why I called you here, these other matters we will discuss later. And to begin with, you need to understand the following:

I am not the good aunt type, who has a habit of going around rescuing underprivileged nieces, bringing her home for the purpose of giving love, care and protection. On the contrary, my angel, here whoever eats my beans has to generate income and by my accounts you have eaten of that bean for more than six months, it is time to pay for all the expenses who has been giving all these months. Did you understand the situation or do I need to be clearer?

— I have no money to pay for the beans

— Ah, how cute! You, don't need to have money to pay anything, you fool, just do everything Aunt Isabel says and that's it, everything is right, understand? Just need to obey without questioning my orders, agreed?

— Fine...

— How beautiful, as soon as auntie likes it, take it to the suite on the upper floor and prepare it according to custom, soon we will receive some important visits!

Despite my young age, I was never a silly tomboy, the kind who needed an angel to come down from heaven and explain to me that the devil doesn't suck mangoes, he knew more or less what we had just treated. Grandma Chica, in one of her many pieces of advice, explained to me that there were bad people who did immorality with children.

One day she told me to be naked before an old mirror that she had nailed to the wall, and said: Do you see that piece of meat nailed to your body, girl? There are a lot of evil people out there who pay any price for it! Well, at first, I got airy, I didn't understand anything, until she explained the matter in detail.

He talked about pedophiles, people who are physically attracted to girls and boys in their prime. And who are willing to pay high amounts of money to anyone who provides them with the opportunity to abuse a poor helpless child to indulge their evil sexual passions. As I said earlier, we became great friends and started to talk about various subjects. She is an old woman and I a brat, but our minds crossed and we looked like two adult people talking, we talked about everything, and sex was not a discarded topic.

 Because she said that a woman must be prepared to face the traps of life from an early age. And as my mother did not advise me on these details, Grandma Chica did. And I must admit, quite effectively. I understood that the information gathered among the employees was true. Aunt Isabel was negotiating my virginity with her clients. I would give my innocence to the first one who was willing to pay the proposed amount.

In a way I became a type of trophy to be auctioned in a matter of hours. My nannies took me to the best room in the big house, I was thrown into a huge bathtub. They gave me another bath and covered my body with creams and expensive French perfumes, all in preparation for receiving the future guest in bed. He was aware of this, he understood perfectly well what it was all about, and he had even planned what the end of that clowning would be like.

Yes, because if they were thinking that I would accept to let a male climb on top of me and tear my tree passively without any reaction, they were sadly mistaken. The bastard would throw money away and would result in a kick in the sack to learn to respect the backcountry's daughter. Those, rich in shit saw the women of the hinterland as useless people who only served to spread their legs.

Serve as a snack and take offense. But anyone who dared to smash me in bed would be in for a big surprise, as I would leave there on all fours, with the berries burst, and so it happened. It was dawn, she had already dozed off and woken up about ten times because she was scared, watching for when the bastard came into the room, because she didn't want to be caught carelessly so she wouldn't be raped suddenly.

An endless party was going on below and my ears were listening for steps that might come from the stairs. The door remained closed, I hid under the sheets and kept my eyes fixed on the entrance, intending to see the exact moment of the pedophile's arrival. Which happened some, time later, when I already had hopes of having given up on the attempt on my honor. I heard footsteps on the stairs leading to the room where I was shaking like a green stick.

 But determined to face the scoundrel. Voices, laughter, someone moves the key in the door and enters the room. The light that was still a lantern for those who fill themselves with gas is turned on and the environment is illuminated, because, despite the luxury the place did not yet have electricity, this was one of the expensive projects of the owner that had not been realized, due to being too expensive to bring such modernity from the capital, but it was not an idea discarded by the bitch.

 I pretended to be asleep, the guy pulled the sheet that covered me and started to run his hand over my body, took off my dress and I was almost naked, just in my panties. My breasts were so small they hadn't even developed, they were just two little dots of no importance, but the bastard put his mouth on them anyway. I let the sucker think he was the master of the situation.

 And after he was at ease he did a lot of disgusting things on my tiny body before preparing for penetration. I was patient and continued to pretend a sleep that never existed, waiting for the right moment to act. It could not be rushed so that the coup was accurate, at the right time and place. He gets up after undressing me completely, taking off his own clothes to possess me, even with my eyes closed I could at a glance see the face of the monster and that huge thing that I wanted to introduce into my little sex.

 I was terrified, but I remained paralyzed on the bed in the same position that the demon of the pedophile positioned me. And at the very moment when he was very close to me, when I wanted to lie on top of my body, I was filled with courage and chipped a strong kick into the bastards of the bastard who only heard his screams. He was soon falling towards the bedroom floor holding his testicles in an unbearable pain that took all his strength.

Grandma Chica told me that it wouldn't matter the size of the opponent, just a well-aimed kick in his grains and that's it, it would fall to the ground and that's exactly what I had in mind when giving that huge kick to the filthy pig that tried to rape me. I intended to see him dying on the floor, which he did. I was naked and even so I went out the door towards the kitchen where I knew there was an old wooden cupboard very large, already unused, where I could hide.

It was one of the women who took care of me who gave the tip, as they did their work in exchange for earning a living with which they fed their young children, but they abhorred everything they saw happening there, as they were mothers and many of them had daughters in slavery they couldn't get out of. They suffered for knowing that they were kept as prostitutes by the lady of the whip.

 Who threatened everyone with death because of the power she had over the poor I stayed in the closet for the rest of the morning and part of the next day, when I was spotted by one of the males who served as guard dogs for the vixen, and they took me back to the room. The women bathed me and I put on fresh clothes, then the presence of the plague was brought back, she was on the shore facing the entrance to the room, looking through the large glass window, with a white curtain, made of fine fabric, which adorned over the top and sides of it.

 He kept both hands behind him and held a braided leather belt in them. I saw that I was going to be hit hard. The situation gave the immediate impression that a great punishment awaited me. She turns sharply and stares at me with those shining eyes, capable of making anyone pee in her pants, and she speaks hatefully to me. He gave the impression that he was seeing smoke coming out of his nostrils, but I was not scared, nor did I pee in my panties:

— You disgusting tomboy, how can you make such a mess after being treated so delicately, eating the best and the best in my house? Did you happen to think that you would be treated in this house like a princess for free, without having to return any benefit to me? Honey, nobody lives here without giving me a profit and what you did yesterday with one of my clients caused a huge loss for me, do you have any idea how much you lost me, you brat?

I stood before the vixen's outburst without saying or doing anything, after hearing all sorts of bad words and curses that she might have thrown at me, I was beaten with a whip that trembled and this time I didn't escape to pee my pants. Then I was taken back to the rooms at the top of the house, my bootie that now had some meat was red from being beaten.

 The bastard was smart and did not whip her legs and arms to avoid leaving marks, in order not to spoil the precious commodity. After all, a stained tomboy would lose much of its market value. In a conversation with Maria, one of the nannies, I was warned. She told me that my monstrous aunt's unfortunate woman intended to arrange another night just like the one she spent and hand me over to a new pedophile who had made a much larger offer than the first to pierce my tree.

I couldn't understand why the males wanted my piece of meat so badly. Grandma Chica had explained this sex story to me when she lived in our house, but even so, I still didn't fully understand the real reason for being so crazy about it. Of course, how could a child who had even reached puberty be able to feel the same sexual desires in an adult's body? Today I understand that pedophiles are people who are totally psychologically unbalanced, unable to see reality in the same way as normal people.

 In their sick minds they see the body of a child as if it were that of an adult woman. Professionals in the field explain that their monstrous minds turn things around and that when looking at the bodies of adult women they do not feel any interest or attraction for them. However, they find themselves completely overcome with desires when admiring the intimate parts of a minor.

Or even of a newborn, even committing huge barbarities, like the rape. These sex demons need to be stopped, arrested and never given the right to return to society, unfortunately that is not what usually happens, the police arrest such offenders and the justice system releases them, as if sexual abuse was not a crime. What actually works in these cases is the punishment made by other criminals who do not forgive anyone who does such an act.

In prison, men accused of abusing women and children are killed in the worst possible way, if they fall inside and the detainee's conduct is revealed to them is certain death. Unfortunately, in my childhood there were no laws for our defense. Whatever modern means we have now for making an anonymous report, the way was to accept the oppression of the powerful or use the means available to fight them. Aunt Isabel went back to preparing everything to receive the next client who would come to pick me up in bed, this time I would not escape.

That night, trapped inside the room and completely naked on a bed, I expected the worst. After being warned by the pimp of hell that if the pervert the pervert did not give me, she would punish my brothers with death. brothers, as promised if you were nice to the pedophile. The unfortunate man paid a thousand reis for my body, guaranteed to use it as he pleased, could bite, lick.

 Invade with his enormous crap. Pinching and even killing me, the witch guaranteed total secrecy, nobody would know anything. How did I find out about that? Now, the nannies told me. Marta, was the mother of Jade, a beautiful girl who, like me, was born in the hinterland with the damned fate of becoming a slave in that hell and after Aunt Isabel started her trafficking in minors she took the poor parents in exchange for helping them with jobs and a good home to live in.

 Jade's father traded her for these things and the mother could do nothing to the contrary, neither money nor power to fight the miserable or disagree with her husband's decision, who thought it was right to support himself than the poor girl, who since the nine years old lived there. Even without having contact with the other girls, I could sometimes see them taking a shower. They were swimming in the pool at the back of the mansion.

 Looking from the balcony of the room where he slept. That was how I found out how things went the night we were handed over to our future owners and for a good price they could do whatever they wanted with us, even kill, unless they took us away. What was most interesting to know was that my aunt's malignant woman agreed to sell us to such individuals, even giving them the right to take our lives, she never dreamed of one day freeing us from such great slavery, in her eyes we did not pass. of a disposable product that enabled him to earn a lot of money.

For bad minds like Isabel's, what really matters is the result, what they can gain from their investments, the rest doesn't matter. And I was just an unhappy girl who would earn a lot of money from my Aunt Cursed. She wanted an immediate return on her investment and, for that to happen, she was willing to do anything, even kill or die. However, in that case, the victim would be me if I refused to cooperate, along with everyone who was part of my life.

Like my mother and my brothers, would be crushed. She would go over them all like a steamroller, without any mercy, until she reached her goals. Either I would open my legs to pedophiles and quench their tare as the evil pimp had ordered or the worst would happen, their tactic worked as planned and I decided to surrender to pressure.

 That night would be decisive, a stranger would come to my room and possess me, I would do whatever I wanted with me and nothing could be done to avoid such disgrace. There was no point in shouting, making scandals, or asking for help or giving another shot at the testicles of the bastard who would tear me apart. Well, as I had nothing else to do, I went back to the previous chapter, I lay again in the double bed.

 Naked, waiting for my executioner who would not be long in coming to torture me. Lucky for me if I got out of there alive, I just had to hope that my mother and my brothers would be all right, that the vixen kept her promise to let them live. Again, the guests of the cruel bawd began to arrive at the mansion, a lot of music, drink, drugs and then the carnage.

After midnight, everyone would choose a room and their favorite child to quench their thirst for sex, but to be the first to have sex with a virgin like me would have to buy in, that is, pay a very high price. And someone decided to pay the fee for the second time, this time I was chipped, there was no way out. I narrowed my ears and waited patiently for him to enter the dungeon where I was defenseless and with no chance of escape.

 I heard footsteps on the stairs, damn it, it was time for martyrdom, the door opened and the monster entered. I would certainly be guided by the evil one about the precautions that she should take with me at time H, since the previous one was kicked in the grains and I started to be seen as a wild nettle. I remained as the first time, quiet and showing no reaction against his disgusting touches. It disgusts me to remember what that unfortunate person did to my body.

 The worst of all was not to feel any pleasure except an extraordinary pain when being invaded by that huge member that seemed to break me in half.  I passed out and only woke up hours later. When women woke me up. I was all torn, everything burned inside me. They treated my body for several days and yet it still felt as if the member of the damn rapist remained inside it, felt it invading my little vagina and breaking my seal. I saw in my thoughts filled with dread the painful loss of my purity that made me groan in a muffled cry by the hand of the aggressor.

 Placed over my mouth while bleeding on the sheets of that bed where, similar to me, several other girls were raped. My situation was to be pitied, my private parts were raw, still bleeding and very painful, no medicine I drank or passed over would stop the pain. But I wasn't worried about myself. I just wanted to know if Isabel had bought with her promises, because I gave myself to the pedophile who had ripped me up all night so that they could be well and protected.

However, according to the information collected through my nannies, she did not fulfill even one thousandth of the promised amount and still transferred my brothers from the fields to work in the sugar mills, in a much more forced job than in the hoe handle. How much my mother? Well, she was not admitted to a hospital for the treatment of mental illness, but in an asylum, a place where the mentally disturbed became even more crazy.

There the patients were treated with electric shocks and all kinds of atrocities imaginable, instead of a cure they find worse complications in the already delicate mental condition and become increasingly lunatic. There was no chance that she was better than when she was sent there, if she was not already dead. In short, I donated for nothing to satisfy the evil whims of immoral men and to help a miserable woman to earn the fortune she so desired to conquer throughout her career as a prostitute.

 And as a result, what would remain for me was an uncertain future and full of revolt for the evil that I was forced to endure. Isabel no longer wanted to communicate with me, despite my pleas in trying to speak to her, I started to be treated like the other girls who lived there before me, they had no access to the owner of the house.

They remained locked in their rooms and only left when called upon to serve customers. Unlike the big city environments in the mansion, the men were not at the tables surrounded by prostitutes, but by minors. They were of all ages, the youngest was me, then eleven years old. My birthday was exactly the night I was raped by a filthy thug.

Since I had no other way to survive or where to go, I surrendered. I accepted inert to what fate had in store and I became a fucking whore. As time went by, being well fed, a physical beauty arose in me that I never imagined I had inside, that appearance of before disappeared giving way to a tall, slender girl, with yellow eyes, with long wavy hair, with a few jealous legs and hips.

 Ten years after I was taken to that child prostitution den and raped by a pedophile at least thirty years older than me. I became the most desired prostitute in the place. Several times I was able to contemplate the males going to the slaps because of me. One of the clients who used to visit the mansion was in love and I saw in him the opportunity to leave, since they had no family and nowhere to go if they decided to leave that place. All my other uncles lost their property at the same time that we did, and so I was not sure if they had managed to recover.

My brothers disappeared, we lost contact after being sent to the cane fields, I lived for ten years in the same place prostituting myself. Without knowing how the world was on the other side of the high walls that surrounded us but, I believed that if I left there with someone the chances of working out were greater. Ricardo proved capable of everything for me, so I told him my story and asked if he would be willing to help me escape and start a new life in the capital, he agreed and we started to plan everything from that moment.

It turns out that no one is free from betrayal and fall into the folly of telling one of the roommates about the plan, who in turn tells Isabel everything and on the night that Ricardo and I decided to escape the big house the unfortunate sent her hunting dogs come after us with the order to bring us back alive or dead. The persecution was fierce, it took place in the early hours of a Sunday, it was winter and it rained a lot.

We were immersed in the forest, riding two purebred horses belonging to his father, a great farmer in the region, where we intended to go hide for a while until we were sure what to do. However, I didn't have much practice in riding and I was forced to ride slowly, which delayed our journey a lot and meanwhile the pursuers were catching up with us with sniffer dogs.

So, in a short time they would reach us, but Ricardo was experienced and soon realized that we were being followed, so he had the idea of ​​putting me on the same mount he was on, which allowed us to gain ground. But Isabel's gunmen were even more adept at what they did and never went looking for fugitives without bringing them back, created shortcuts and ended up cornering us before we could reach the farm where we were going to take shelter, surrounded and trapped. forced to surrender.

When we were taken back to the mansion, I knew that the bawd would not accept the affront without paying back, because I was aware of how vindictive she was. However, I had hoped that nothing bad would be done against my liberator, as he was the son of an important farmer in the region, she might have been prevented from hurting him, but I was terribly wrong. We were tied up and taken to the presence of Isabel, who was in a place far from the mansion.

 Close to the mills. And there began the punishment that she defined for both of us. We were both tied to chairs and placed in front of her, who remained standing with her whip attached to one hand, her look was that of a heretic determined to punish us with the rigor of death. After beating us with that devil's tail and leaving our bodies seriously torn by the lashes received, she ordered her underlings to pour gasoline on Ricardo who was almost passed out from being beaten and set him on fire.

Despite my cries for clemency, I was unable to do anything to prevent that macabre action. They burned him alive right before my eyes and even today I can't get that horrible scene out of my mind. After all they left me there chained and bleeding to die, I stayed in the same place for two days and two nights without eating or drinking.

 Until to my surprise I was rescued by the same animals that beat me and killed Ricardo, by order of the merciless bawd, she allowed me to return home and start over. I didn't understand why she didn't have me killed as she did my friend, but I breathed a sigh of relief. A few days passed after my return to the house without the slightest shadow of Isabel's presence - I stopped treating her like an aunt a long time ago, when I matured and realized that I had no reason to treat such a person, capable of worse barbarities against their own relatives, until I was assigned to appear in his office.

I was called in to deal with important matters, I entered the room and came across the one that called myself my protector, it was not strange for me again to contemplate his evil gaze fixed on my air of pure contempt, because despite his power and the ability to go unpunished in his evils, I was not afraid.

— I called you here to ask a single question: Do you happen to intend to die? Because if that is your wish, I can arrange it right now to make it happen! He was lucky that I considered our kinship the moment I ordered the execution of his escape partner, otherwise these hours would have turned to ashes like him

— Interesting, did not know that there was some kind of relationship between us, after all, who would treat as a slave and allow them to do the worst evils to a member of their own family?

— Do not be ungrateful, if it weren't for me you would have stayed out in the open and today you would live who knows where like many others of that time, after having lost everything they owned. Admit that I was your safe haven, your only way out and if today you became that beautiful and intelligent woman it was thanks to me!

— Do you want me to thank you for the expensive clothes, shoes and jewelry you gave me, Isabel? Well know that I will not do that, after all these things were paid in advance at a high price, when I was forced to become a prostitute as a child in this den of prostitution to allow her to fulfill her ambitions. So, spare me your litanies and don't you dare ask me to thank you for what you did for me in these ten years, because what you really gave me was males to take my innocence and use my body as they wanted, things that don't even weigh in the your conscience.

— My dear, do not be dramatic, everything in life has a price, so that I would not be abandoned on the street, without a threshing floor, I brought you to this house and I transformed you into this brilliant woman. Which so many men desire. Be grateful for the opportunity that fate has given you

— Maybe I can't tell face to face what I think of this rich opportunity he gave me, but I can and want to tell you just one thing: I've always heard that there is a God in the heavens who defends the poor and oppressed. But he was not there when I needed help the most. So, I don't have enough faith in him to hope that divine justice will be done for me. But I want to assure you that one day I will make you pay for all the evil with which you have treated me, not only me, but all the poor devils of this land. I will avenge Ricardo's death and I will still see you rotting in jail!

— Okay, dreaming is not a sin, you can have your delusions all you want. But understand that I am in a position too high for you to think of revenge against me, because you won't even be able to touch me

— No one is so high that one day he cannot fall, and his fall will be great, ordinary!

— Brave your will, my niece, but don't forget what I am going to reveal to you now: You must have asked yourself the reasons that led me to spare your life after the last episode, in which I had that idiot killed who thought he could get her out of me. But, as I said, I did it because of our kinship, just as I will do better to pass on everything I have. I did not have children, I am a dry woman inside, and I have always been concerned with the fact that I have no one to leave the empire I built. When I found him on that pile of rubble, crying and without any support. I was glad. It came to mind that I had somehow found the right person to inherit my assets. So, get ready, because soon you will be the new Whip Lady on that side of the hinterland!

— Yes, this can only be a joke or a delusion of a person who has lost track of reality! Who says I have any interest in inheriting any good that has been won in exchange for the evils that have always oppressed the poor people who have had the infamous luck of crossing their path? I would never accept a nickel even from someone like you!

— Sorry, my cute, but I'm not asking what is your opinion about the decision I made to make you my heir, in fact I am ordering it to be done. And you can be sure that you will accept to fulfill this mission as soon as possible or the result of your stubbornness will result in serious consequences, do not forget in the hands of those who find the power to make your beloved brothers and your crazy mother perish!

— Damn you! Always using blackmail to get what he wants, but this time he won't do well with his threats. Because I haven't heard from my brothers or mom in a long time, I don't even know if they still live, so I won't give in to your attempt to blackmail me

— You are absolutely right, my dear niece, in fact I did not consider this hypothesis, but this is something that can be resolved in a matter of hours. Today I will order one of my employees to take her to the sugar mills next to the cane fields to see her brothers again and she will see with her own eyes that the three still live and have even married formed their families. And just don't visit her because I forbid them to come here. After that you will return here and we will continue our conversation, now leave, go and change that outfit for a more suitable one to ride

— I no longer believe your lies, do you intend to send me to be killed by one of your thugs in the middle of the cane fields?

— Don't be silly, girl, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have spared your life, when I had greater reasons to execute it now go and do as I just, ordered you

That sunny afternoon would never be forgotten, one of the thugs took me to the mills and there I was able to meet my brothers again. Jeronimo, even though he was not yet thirty, was already starting to fall his hair in the center of his head, he would be a bald man like Dad. Everyone had their wives and children as Isabel said, I was already the aunt of six beautiful nephews, but quite needy as we were in our childhood. I stayed there with them, in their houses made of clay and stones as we were born, for the rest of the day and returned to the house at dusk, I wasted no time and went to see the ordinary to continue the conversation started in the morning

— So, now you are more relaxed after confirming that your brothers are fine?

— It depends on what it means to be well in your point of view

— For me that term means to be alive, young lady, because in truth those three have no use for me, I could have them executed today and they wouldn't even be needed!

— Don't you dare touch a single hair of them and those children!

— What could you do to avoid it? Certainly, nothing would be at your fingertips that could prevent my decision to dismiss those useless people and their families from this world, but it will not be up to me to do that, it is up to you to decide if they continue to take their mediocre little lives in that place or if they will be mown in a snap of fingers. Decide whether or not to accept being my heir, I am old and tired of this fight in the big house, I no longer have the patience or physical strength to continue this business

— So that will be your final word, if you refuse to take over the brothel will you really try to attack their lives?

— I think I left no doubt about it, my dear

— I recognize that the situation in which I find myself is extreme and that there are few options that I have left, however, before accepting your proposal I want to ask you to allow me one more thing ...

— Okay, and what would it be?

— I want to see my mother again, if she is still alive. Allow me to go to the mental hospital where she is in the capital

— I will do better, I will have her brought here so that they can spend a weekend together at the mansion, after all there is no need to travel from here to the capital to see her if she can come and stay with you for a few days

— Okay, we agree, so

At the end of the following week an ambulance came from the capital, bringing Mom to spend time with me as promised. I took the opportunity to take her to where her other children were so that they could see her, the daughters-in-law and the grandchildren meet her, and that moment was unique for all of us. She was totally oblivious to reality. She lost track of the world around her after the shock she suffered during our eviction in the village in a brutal way and Daddy's arrest was what most contributed to her mental dementia.

In fact, what I didn't know was that she was never being treated well in a good hospital in the capital as my aunt's unfortunate woman had assured me, that I would find out later and be aware of my poor mother's real situation. After the days of visiting, Isabel ordered them to take Mom back.

 Then I was in charge of administering the brothel, which I started to do immediately. As the rumor spread about the new administration spread among customers, the number of visitors doubled and the clientele increased considerably, yielding high profits for the ambitious pockets of the bawd. Sometimes being the owner of extreme beauty brings us untold results, good or bad.

A few weeks after taking over the direction of the mansion, two clients began to insist on the idea of ​​going to bed with me, despite much explaining that from then on I would not be at their disposal to make new programs, even so they insisted and ended up being strangled between itself, what was just a verbal and non-serious discussion turned into physical violence. The two men grappled in the middle of the room and the break-up ended in a shootout that culminated in the death of one of them. When Isabel was notified of the incident, she was present and ordered two thugs to get rid of the body.

 As was customary in those cases, the guests pretended to have seen nothing, as the place was clandestine and they were distinguished people from all walks of life who came from the capital and other states. The only goal there was to have fun, they preferred not to risk being discovered by the authorities.

In the period when I took over the brothel a lot had already changed, the prostitution of minors was one of the things that had been extinguished. With modernity emerging and technology at hand Isabel feared being denounced and became madame of brothel with adult women to continue to be an enticement of minors as she did in the past. Most of the prostitutes came from the old children who were kidnapped, bought and enslaved there decades ago.

 A year after agreeing to take over the brothel I had already performed acts that deserved applause from my underlings, I made use of a large area of ​​land located about five hundred meters away from where we were to build several masonry houses for our employees to live in. with their families. About fifty houses were built and handed over to the new owners, including my three brothers, who left the cane fields and started to live much closer to me and with more dignity.

 It could all be done, but Isabel was so miserable that she denied improvements in the lives of her employees. So, I spared no effort to improve their ways of life. I raised the workers' wages and started to treat them with more respect, of course my aunt's snitch was snarling like a, angry lioness for every penny spent, but if she handed me the power over her goods, she should accept it silently. Even more after I sent his lawyer to draw up the final will which gave me full rights over everything I had while I was still alive. But I should have suspected all of that earlier, the sudden change of an evil woman like that.

Not only did she give me everything she had with her hands kissed, but she passively accepted my decisions, it would only be because she had something hidden behind the curtain. Certainly, there was more to his actions and my mistake was not to care about my intuition, which never fails, I should have investigated.

During the months that I took her place in the brothel she only traveled, with the excuse of being resolving the purchase of a property in the capital where she intended to move soon, she said she was interested in living her last days of life there. Vicente, his lover who was married and lived in Fortaleza for many years, also confirmed his version.

And that made me believe your story. One day she appears unexpectedly to say goodbye and communicate her final move. I said that everything there would become exclusively mine and that I would not give any more news. Then the day of his departure finally came. We all celebrated the lady's departure from the whip of the hinterland and spent a few months in peace, until a bomb exploded and consumed the good life that we imagine we had conquered. As happened years ago, when we were surprised by the authorities in the village and told about the need to leave our homes through an eviction order expelled by the government.

Due to the non-payment of taxes on the land where we lived, we were surprised by four men looking for Isabel. They identified themselves as bailiffs, accompanied by several police officers, with mandates in their hands that gave them full powers to search the entire house, confiscate assets and arrest the owner of the environment on charges of trafficking drugs. Keeping women in private prison, enticement of minors and concealment of corpses in the vicinity of the property.

Taken by surprise, he did not know how to say or do in the face of the accusations, to some extent true, with which the authorities presented themselves. The entire property was the subject of intense investigation, experts were everywhere, from the beginning and end of the lands looking for evidence to incriminate us. It happened that with all the ease of access by the media people with a thirst for revenge started to blackmail Isabel.

 These were women who had been victims of sexual slavery during their childhood in the mansion and who, after being adults, left, but used cunningly and took advantage of the situation, forcing the old pimp to pay them large sums of money so as not to report them. over there. Tired of the blackmail, the bastard passed the hot potato to my hands and got out after a while.

Without causing suspicion, getting away from possible accusations and escaping unharmed from prison, and I was the one who got orange in all of that, who had no chance of proving the opposite of what the accusers said, because in fact everything was the most complete truth. For decades there had been a place where children were held captive and handed over to pedophiles who came from all over the world to fulfill their sexual fantasies with girls and girls. I was a victim of those abuses myself, how can I deny it?

For several days the police and experts searched through everything, the customers present at the time of the approach were detained, the spawned corpse in the vicinity of the property as well. It was located, I and the other women who acted as prostitutes were also arrested, the place closed, the employees dispersed, it was the end! The media reported what had happened, they talked about the discovery of a den of prostitution.

 And the enticement of minors in the middle of the northeastern hinterland, my face was printed on the front pages of the main magazines and newspapers across the country. I was interviewed, slandered, considered one of the most, vile criminals in this nation, held in prison, then tried and sentenced to several years in prison, thrown into a female penitentiary and left there to rot until mercy killed me out of such hell. Once again, my father's malicious sister acted shrewdly, escaping the deserved punishment for the many mistakes she made.

 Throwing an innocent charge at me for his countless crimes, because for justice what really counts is the concrete evidence and who was caught with the hand in the mass was me and not her. During the trial I tried as a defense to tell the judge and the jury my whole story, from the moment I was taken to the big house that served as a captivity for me and many other children of the same age, for several years, until that moment when I went prey.

I had the hope that they would be moved by my suffering and be released, but nothing helped and the result was to receive the sentence of fifteen years in prison in a closed regime, without the right to appeal by the defense, even with the testimony in my favor of some prostitutes and former employees of Isabel, she got rid of the charges and I was incarcerated in her place.

 It was all duly planned by the damned mincer and her lover, who was a very wealthy and influential man, bought lawyers and the judge so that despite the evidence pointing to Isabel she would get away with the charges and I would be the scapegoat. Given the sentence, I was immediately sent to the maximum security, female prison located in the State of Paraiba, where I would remain for a large part of my damn existence.

 The trip from the capital to the place of detention took place at noon on a Friday in the first month of a winter with heavy rains. This time I would not be able to lean over the window watching the drops of water fall on the plants in the yard or feel the whistling of the winds passing through my hair. It would not be possible to admire the firmness of the jackfruit or the beauty of the fragrant flower tree with its colorful colors and attached to its deep roots.

 Whose branches danced in the storm's lining, at least I would not have to relive the moment when I had to be torn by a pedophile. Nor would I be forced to perform immoral and shameful acts with the many lovers of the mansion again, during the whole journey I kept my eyes closed and just relived my past as if watching a movie, since my childhood with my parents and brothers in the peaceful village where I was born until the very moment when, handcuffed feet and hands, I was taken like a criminal towards living with the scum of society

Whoever should be there, being treated like that, was the real culprit for everything bad that was done against those innocents, but life is not always fair, said Grandma Chica: Good people always pay for the evil that the unjust do, for more that honest people are said to be the strongest part, the light seems to lose to the darkness.

 We arrived at the detention house and when the gates were opened, we were taken inside the prison, we were in numbers of seven people, when we got out of the vehicle, we were received hostile by the guards. All with guns drawn, as if we could somehow be so dangerous as to cause them harm. They took us to a wing in the lower parts of the site, an underground room full of cells and in them many prisoners that looked like mice inside a huge, stinky, dirty.

 Completely abandoned sewer, their clothes were nothing but rags and their bodies were covered in mud and we would be next on the list of those who would be forgotten in that damn grave from which we would certainly never leave, unless a miracle happened that no one else expected there. When everything in our life starts to go wrong and only the powerful do well, despite the evils they commit, we lose faith and hope for better days to fall apart. Without saying anything, the jailers stupidly pushed us into the cells, one in each, and passed the key.

The place was dark and damp, I could hear the grunt of the rats that were running from side to side, coming from the many manholes there. Once a day we received food that looked more like a porridge prepared for pigs, which was pushed under the wide and strong steel door that locked us in the prison and separated from the corridor from where we heard the screams of the other inmates.

They seemed to be maddened by having been locked in that hell for so long without seeing the sunlight and due to the constant dirt spread around them, the place was a real rot. Full of rubbish and debris, in addition to our physiological needs in an old filthy vase, yellowed by the rust of untreated water.

  The water conservatory for many years lived without cleaning and certainly contaminated on purpose to cause the death of prisoners, since it was not the project of justice to return them to society. In short: We were screwed, destined to rot together with the garbage scattered in each of the wings of the chain. And so far, I had no idea how to escape from that pit where Satan hung his boots. Isolated in our cells, we only heard the buzz of crickets, the haunting cries of the oldest prisoners and the constant visit of insomnia that prevented us from sleeping. It was really impossible to sleep on that cold.

 Muddy floor, with cockroaches and rats running over our legs, without a decent bed, hammock or at least a dry cardboard to lean on, a second there seemed like an eternity. My stay in that place of torment took twelve months, until I was transferred to an upper wing, where prisoners were at least allowed to bathe. I was thin, dirty, reeking of sewage and I was able to go to the bathroom to wash myself, I had to do it myself because the other prisoners could not stand my stench.

The order to be removed from the filthy ditch was given by someone I didn't know, an anonymous protector, it was one of the jailers who alerted me to this. I was grateful and relieved for the opportunity to pay my sentence more fairly, after all I was innocent of the accusations that fell on my shoulders. However, deep down, I worried about having to live in permanent debt with an unknown person.

Well, but at that point in the championship it should be the least of my problems, because you didn't have to be a genius to know that danger was around me. He was present in each of those corridors and death would be the punishment for a woman who, according to the others who were there, was found to be enticing minors.

If someone could corrupt the guards to get me out of the stinking hole in which I was first placed, how could others not do the same thing so that some of the prisoners would act treacherously, taking my life? Yes, of course that would be possible. I started to use all my possible perceptions to avoid being caught off guard, any of the other prisoners who circulated nearby when going to the patio to sunbathe, in the cafeteria and even in the bathroom were suspicious. The days went by without any problem that made me more worried, because living in hell and not being a victim of the devil's endless betrayals and traps was impossible.

But, as was to be expected, my exit from the stink pit in which I found myself had not been an attitude of mercy on the part of someone who sympathized with me, but of someone who preferred to see me dead than simply behind bars. The real objective was to transfer me to a ward where I was exposed and vulnerable. It was all so that she became an easy prey in the hands of possible murderers and suddenly, during some confusion, she was killed by one of those criminals hired to execute me.

What they did not imagine is that because I became a victim of so many betrayals during the walk, I learned to be alert. No doubt it would not be an easy task to take me by surprise. But what scared me was to imagine how they would try to extinguish me, if while sleeping, in the bath, in the cafeteria.

Well, it didn't matter, fate threw me into a maze full of monsters determined to destroy me, where each one corresponded to the enemies that surrounded me and planned to kill me. I needed to find a way to stay alive for as long as necessary until I found a way to get out of there. There should be a way to escape without the need for internal or external help, and very quickly.

— Good morning missus, did you sleep well? I came to drive you to have your breakfast

— What the hell, even in my own room do I have peace? I need to sleep a little more, get out of here immediately!

— Nothing like that, missus, people your age need to eat at the right time, stop being easy and let's get up from this bed, woman!

— It was that I was sleepy last night and I stayed with my thoughts until late. Now I am very sleepy, let me sleep just one more hour, you bore, then we will go

— Okay, Mrs. Mercedes, but if Doctor Gilberto complains, defend me before him for the love of God, because I don't want to lose my job

— Okay, I'll do it, now leave me alone!

Just like every morning, we gather in a large lounge near the kitchen, where we usually eat our meals. As soon as I got there, I noticed the pitiless looks of my companions and I felt a shiver down my spine, it was the warning signal given by my subconscious that something was wrong and I should be on alert.

Each of us was standing to receive our morning coffee in the cafeteria, strategically choosing the end of the line to avoid unpleasant surprises, because only God knew what was about to happen. I picked up my tray only after all the other women went to the tables around the place, always looking at me seriously as if they wanted to strangle me. I chose to sit in a chair with a table facing them and with the back to the wall.

So, I did in order to avoid some kind of surprise attack, as I perceived in the criminals the desire to taste my warm blood in their hands. I took the withered and sour bread to my mouth, taking a sip of warm coffee almost without blinking so as not to falter and have my throat cut at any second of distraction, attentive to all its movements and prepared if they decided to attack.