My “Friend” Sold me to a Gang in Asia — Part 8
Finally, we saw the light at the end of the tunnel, my 21st birthday was coming closer and our plan to get the hell out of there was working out perfectly.
Before you go ahead, know that you can read the 7 previous parts here.
I’ll remind you quickly of what happened so far:
It took a month to get our captors to start trusting us and finally, we were able to get paid enough to eat properly and buy some candies, gifts and other items that helped us think about how we would escape that place. I got a camera and sold the idea of making them famous, at the end of the day, Marketing has always been my thing. But Mar, my “friend” who got us into this situation in the first place, would not let us take control of the club, she lost the battle, and she wanted to own that place.
Mich was killing it around the club, with crazy compliments and smiles. Suddenly my performances were great to her, we were dressing as Lady Gaga, wearing heels, singing anything possible, I even dressed as Maradona and rapped Pitbull and Kesha’s song “Timber” for these people. Our level of self-respect was so low that we were actually starting to enjoy how embarrassing it was, yet how useful was to earn their trust.
Out of the club we were organized, we wanted to have all under control, know the timings and the people staying inside the place and listen to as max information as possible. We even found a restaurant where we could properly eat some beef cooked over hot stones.
Each of us found a way to cope with our subconscious pain, Xir was focused fully on work, she literally stood longer to really learn from the DJs and nail what she was doing. Kel started dating using a weird app, introducing us to a different young Asian guy every night. Chu decided to try all flavours of Oreo the market could offer, it was her way of dealing with stress. Kas was still sleeping in my bedroom, we would talk for hours until we fell asleep but as time passed, he would spend more and more time at night in the club, he even came back home fully drank or disappeared a couple nights and arrived in the morning. Van and I chose the route of meditation, exploring the city…