Confinement

They used me as a mule and I ended up locked up over a suitcase I didn’t even know I was carrying. Inside, I learned the only currency that mattered was my own body.

When the power went out and we were trapped between two floors, I knew those dark hours were going to change everything. And I did nothing to stop it.

The metallic voice announced the next phase and, instead of panic, I felt something I shouldn’t have: a ridiculous urge for it all to start again.

The hot water ran down my back and, for the first time in that captivity, I felt his calloused hands like a caress. I didn’t open my eyes. I had promised him.

I went up to deliver some papers and came down with a stranger who smelled like expensive cologne. Then the elevator stopped, the lights died, and everything changed between us.

I spent a year looking for someone willing to take me completely. The email from that stranger changed everything: she didn’t want to play with me, she wanted my whole life.

I spent the whole afternoon holding on, thinking about the exact moment I’d cross that room’s doorway and he’d understand, once again, why he was there.

Many people ask me where my fetish for rubber gloves comes from. Almost nobody knows the answer. It started one Friday, in my aunt’s room, with the door locked.

I hated her with all my strength, and yet with her body tied over mine and the gag swallowing her insults, my body betrayed me in the worst possible way.

They trained me to please and obey, but that ajar door awakened something else: a spark of defiance that even the cold cuffs against my skin couldn’t extinguish.

I thought the noise between the crates was rats. It was her, crouched in the dark, and the moment she smelled my fear I knew I wouldn’t be going home the same.

I woke up unscarred in a bed that wasn’t mine, healed by a stranger of impossible beauty. What he didn’t tell me was what that cure had done to my body... and my desire.

In the bathroom, a makeup bag was waiting for me with a note: “put everything on and turn it on.” From that moment on, I stopped deciding what happened to my own body.

Every night I go down into the dungeons with bread and water. Last night, the woman chained to the pillar was waiting for me naked and with an order on her lips I couldn’t disobey.

Adrián thought he had designed me to serve him. He didn’t know that, the first time I opened my eyes, the only thing my code desired was for him to break me.

I got off the bus in my flowered dress and with my head bowed; none of those tattooed women had any idea what they would turn me into before the first month was over.

I waited for the doors to close. Diego was already kissing his girlfriend openly, and her sister kept glancing at me, biting her lip, not knowing what to do with her hands.

When I opened my eyes, she was still inside me. I had no idea how long I’d slept—only that Soledad was smiling like someone who knows you have nowhere left to run.

He spent years with his ear pressed to the walls of cheap motels. One night he found a forum promising more: booths with a view of other people’s pleasure.