The Destiny of Kemuel 17

The following days turn into a brutal and mechanical routine. Every morning, David wakes you up, orders you to shower and dress in the clothes he has chosen: dresses that are increasingly provocative, deeper necklines, shorter skirts. You put on makeup in front of the mirror, feeling how each stroke of eyeliner, each layer of mascara, each brushstroke of red lipstick takes you further away from who you were.

Because inside you, Kemuel still exists. The man who worked in a warehouse. The man who lived his life quietly. The male who never asked for this, who never wanted to become this. But on the outside, only Sofia remains, the doll that David exhibits and sells night after night.

On the third day, when the car stops in front of the Red Lotus Club, you remain seated without moving. David looks at you with coldness.

"Get out."

"I don't want to go back in there."

It's the first time you've spoken since you arrived in Bangkok. Your voice sounds broken, exhausted.

David approaches you and grabs your chin forcefully, forcing you to look at him.

"I don't care what you want. You're going to get out of the car, you're going to enter that club, and you're going to do exactly what you're told. Understand?"

The collar vibrates menacingly. You close your eyes and get out of the car with trembling legs.

That night, there are twenty-three clients. Each one uses you differently. Some are quick, desperate, finishing in five minutes. Others take their time, fucking you for half an hour while you stare at your reflection in the ceiling mirrors, watching the woman who is not you being penetrated again and again.

There's a moment, around three in the morning, when an enormous American client enters, almost two meters tall, with tattooed arms and a twenty-five-centimeter cock that makes you scream in pain when he penetrates you brutally from behind. He doesn't stop despite your screams. He grabs your hair, pulls your head back, and fucks you with violent thrusts that make you hit the headboard.

"Shut up, bitch. That's what you're here for."

When he finally comes inside you and leaves the room, you remain lying face down on the bed, sobbing, with your body completely destroyed. Inside you, Kemuel screams. Screams of rage, of powerlessness, of absolute humiliation. But on the outside, there's only silence.

On the fourth day, David takes you to an exclusive beauty salon within the hotel. There, two Thai estheticians fix your nails: manicure and pedicure with bright red polish. They style your hair in perfect waves that fall over your shoulders. They apply false eyelashes that are longer, more dramatic.

One of them comments something in Thai while looking at you. The other responds, and both nod with professional smiles. You don't understand what they're saying, but you know they're evaluating you, measuring your appearance like someone evaluating...