Human Merchandise in Oaxaca, Mexico Part 3

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Juanito had become a shadow of his former self. The boss's sons used him for their sadistic games, humiliating him constantly.

They forced him to eat from the trash, to sleep on the floor, and to perform inhuman tasks. Juanito lost all his dignity, his self-esteem, and his sense of belonging.

But in the midst of so much darkness, Juanito found a way to survive. He accepted his place in society, understanding that he was inferior to the men around him.

He began to serve with blind obedience, carrying out orders without questioning. His mind had shattered, and his spirit had bowed.

—Yes, sir —Juanito would say, with his head down and his eyes fixed on the ground.

—Do this, do that —they commanded, and Juanito obeyed without a murmur.

He had become a machine, an object without feelings or emotions. His only function was to serve the superior men.

And so, Juanito spent years on the estate, lost in a world of slavery and submission. His story became a reminder of human cruelty and the capacity to survive in the most inhumane conditions.

Years passed, and Juanito became an expert servant, fulfilling orders without questioning. But one day, everything changed. The boss's eldest son, a cruel and ambitious young man, returned to the estate.

—My father has given me a servant —said the young man, looking at Juanito with disdain—. You will be my personal servant.

Juanito shuddered. He knew that the boss's son was known for his cruelty.

—What must I do, sir? —asked Juanito, trying to remain calm.

—you will do everything I order you —said the young man—. And more.

Juanito felt terrified. The young man began to give him absurd and humiliating orders, forcing him to perform inhuman tasks.

—I want you to serve me at the table —said the young man—. I want you to kneel before me.

Juanito knelt, feeling shame and rage grow inside him.

—I want you to wash my feet —said the young man—. I want you to massage my back.

Juanito obeyed, trying to keep his dignity intact. But the young man did not stop there.

—I want you to dress like a woman —he said—. I want you to dance for me.

Juanito felt horrified. But he had no choice. He dressed like a woman and danced for the young man, feeling his dignity crumble.

The young man laughed, enjoying his power over Juanito.

—You are mine —he said—. You are my toy.

Juanito felt trapped in an endless hell, forced to serve a cruel and heartless man.