Lost And Caged: Chapter One_(1)

Chapter One


After graduating about four years early from my college of being a Doctor, I really didn’t have much to do with my life. I was an insanely smart young- adult, graduating High School at 16 years old and graduating from college at age 20. It wasn’t common to see such smart people around these days but in some instances, you do. I could easily make $100,000 a year with my degree but of course, that’s not exactly what I wanted to do.
A year ago, I had been reading about the FBI cracking down on Human Trafficking rings and hearing person stories from the victims made me hard. And then my father died. He was a pretty rich man, I suppose. He had a nice, large villa in Florida that he awarded me in his will. It was pretty big with a large basement.
Although moving from my New York to Florida was pretty rough, I learned to adjust. I grabbed my pilot’s license and bought a private plane. I was cleared by the U.S Border Agents by claiming I was a International Moving Agency just so I could get across the border. I lied and told them that I was a retried U.S Navy Seal. I also told them I did all my clearances. If I found anything suspicious before I flew across (Such as drugs or other illegal stuff), that I would report the client to the U.S Border Agents. And they believed every word. I did however have to tell them where I was flying from and where to and when. And I was completely cool with that.
I pretended to be the International Moving Agency for a few months, making about $6,000 a week depending on how much I was carrying. That money helped pay off the rest of the villa. During that time, I managed to make a few friends in Mexico who wanted to be in business with me so we formed an alliance. They helped me pull off the International Moving Agency for a few more weeks before we finally quit.
I helped them illegally immigrate into Florida with me. They helped me set up the perfect place.


Hold on …. I’m getting way too ahead of myself. Scratch everything you just read and let’s go back to my high school years …..

I grew up in Florida for as long as I could remember. I could remember going to the sandy white beaches of the Gulf and spending time at Disney World. But a little after my 9th birthday, my mother began to get very sick because she was a druggie. At my young age, I didn’t appreciate what my mom did, I always knew what drugs she took because she could never outsmart her son. After about two years of coming and going from the hospital, she finally died, peacefully.
I think the death of my mother really turned my father to his evil doings. He started hating women, especially young women. He would beat me senseless and tell me how worthless I am. I never enjoyed the beatings but I took it like a man because that’s what he told me to do. I remember one morning, waking up and I was told that I would no longer go to public school because I was too smart. I was 12 and already in 9th grade, two grades higher than normal.
He started working in his villa’s basement more often. He told me I should never go down there because that was “Daddy’s Secret Work” that he would show me when I was older. He told me that he would have a special gift for me when I could go down there. He didn’t think that I knew what he was doing down there. But I did. I could hear the constant screaming, and different sayings and the sound of a gun shooting and reloading.
By the time I was 13, my father thought I was mature to handle what was down in his secret basement, even though I already knew what was going on. He brought me downstairs and showed me around. And that’s when I discovered exactly what was going on. There, on a wooden table, was a girl that I recognized from my school.