About voluntary detention by thadeusz

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My name is, or better was, Kevin Beldrige. I was a young worker in a big company, and I must admit that I was not one of the best ones. Nevertheless, the daughter of the owner of this company wanted to marry me. I must confess that I don’t know why she wanted that, but she was lovely and that made me glad, so I accepted. We rapidly got a child, a little boy named Charles which I adored. We also had a super little dog named Carly.

A few weeks after the birth of Charles my wife, briskly, got a divorce and the custody of our only child, my beloved son. She left our home with our child and with our dog. I no longer had the right to see my adored son. I simultaneously lost my job: my boss, and father in law, told me very clearly that I was no longer useful since his daughter had what she wanted, a son.

I tried to find another job, but I was rejected in all the companies where he could be used on a job similar to my previous one: my former father in-law had given the message. I tried to find something else, but, everywhere, I was considered as "not qualified" for any other job.

For all these reasons, I lost courage. I decided to take long holidays and after that to quit my former region, which was probably the wisest thing to do. But I did not know where and what I should or could do. This became easier when my former father-in-law told me to immediately leave the house where I had lived with his daughter, my former wife.

I had nowhere to go, but I read an ad in a newspaper about a free stay in a secluded place in the sun, food and lodging paid, in exchange for a little bit of work. I was very naive and also very desperate, so I decided to try to have the benefit of this ad, hoping it would at least provide me with a temporary shelter.

I replied by phone saying that I was interested. A guy told me he would come near my former house and meet me there, but he did not mention his name. When we met, this guy produced a contract which I simply had to sign.

I was not very wise then, and I probably am not even now. I was jobless, and not very smart. I immediately signed this contract without reading it: it was my only hope to have now food and shelter. So, I signed this contract and the guy, in agreement with the contract, placed shackles on my ankles. He also pushed my arms behind my back and placed handcuffs there. He then blindfolded me and took me in his car.

After a short trip, we arrived in a small building where the guy told me to wait for a few minutes, still blindfolded and with shackles, while the guy was getting ready for my reception.

After a few minutes, the blindfold was taken away. The guy had changed clothes and was now wearing a sort of khaki uniform with lots of stripes on his sleeves. He told me:
"Young man, if you accept we are going to play a sort of game, but for that you must obey me without any restriction."
I was young, naive and … relatively desperate. So I agreed to play the game.

The guy told me to sit on a chair and he started to shave my head saying that he wanted to avoid introducing lice in his secluded place. I thought that this game was rather funny, so I accepted. Anyway, I could not really object since I was still with shackles and handcuffs I had agreed to keep.

An assistant, also dressed in khaki, told me to take off all my clothes in order to receive the promised holiday clothes. I was then let out of my chains just long enough to be naked and pushed inside a shower room where I was cleaned with a hose. The guy I had met at first told me I had to be disinfected in order not to introduce lice in my future lodgings.

All this appeared strange, but since it was my only way to have, at least temporarily, food and shelter, I accepted: I was desperate since my forced divorce.

I was now naked, without hair, and also shackled and handcuffed. The guy also imposed on me a dog collar with a small box in front and a leash in the back. He was smiling and said that all this was meant to make my stay in the cage as pleasant as possible during the period covered by my short contract. I was young and desperate, so I accepted all that since I was convinced that I was now going on vacation and that the benefactor who made me sign this famous contract would not make me pay for my food, clothing and lodgings.

The guy told me then that I had, from then on, and for the length of my stay in his domain, to call him "Master". His assistant was named Peter and I had to call him "Guard Peter". All that was presented as funny.

Peter told me to lie down on a special table. He then attached me to the table by the leash I was now wearing and by chains fixed on my shackles, while placing my feet in such a way that the legs were wide open. I complained that it was not comfortable because I was now lying on the handcuffs placed in my back, but I received no answer.

Peter, "Guard Peter", started to completely shave my body. My head was already shaved, but this time I was also shaved around my penis and under my arms. I did not agree, but I could not resist since I was bound to the table by the chains imposed on me, chains I had accepted. The Master told me calmly that all this, which he knew was unpleasant, was done in order to have me completely disinfected in order to help me remain clean during my stay with him. He added that in agreement with the contract I had signed, he had chosen to let me stay for a few days in a real cage.

When all this was done, I received my new clothes: the "Master" told me that this would be my "cage uniform". I received orange pants provided with openings along the sides of the legs, along black zippers, but no underpants. I could thus easily put these pants on and attach them without having to remove my ankle chains. This was easy for cleaning or for natural needs. An orange vest which was passed above my head. This vest was also attached on the sides along black zippers: this enabled me to put on my vest without having my handcuffs removed. Finally I also received a small, but nice, orange cap and orange plastic clogs.

I then noticed that I had on the back and on the front of my vest the signs "S12". I asked what it meant and the Master replied that during my stay with him, I would be called by these letters and digits: I was now "S12". The Master also said that the same signs were on the back of my pants and on my cap. He added that it was now time for me to discover my new "holidays" lodgings.

"Guard Peter" pushed me then inside a small cage with a simple board instead of bed and a pot for the necessities, a pot which in fact could only be used when the guard opened the handcuffs. I was then left there alone thinking about my fate. I accepted all that calmly since it was a condition of my new life and some sort of rite of passage imposed by "the Master".

Just before the evening, a pot with something to eat and another with water were pushed through a small opening of my cage and left on the ground. The Guard told me that this was my evening meal. I wanted this Guard to take my handcuffs away, or at least to open them in order to let me eat. I even said:
"I am not going to eat like an animal".
The "Master" replied that this was part of a special training. In any case I was free not to eat and to starve.

I decided to lie on the board and try to sleep. I wanted to evaluate the situation. I was hungry but I resisted like a real human being.

The next morning, when the guard came back, he noticed that nothing had been eaten or drunk. He told me:
"Since you did not eat nor drink, I am not going to give you more food"
"But", I asked, "how could I eat or drink ?"
The guard explained that I could lie on the floor and eat like a dog, but I refused.

The guard told me that he will enter the cage to let him use what he called "the necessity pot". He warned me that, according to my contract with the Master, I should not try to escape.

But as soon as the door was open, I tried to escape. The guard pushed on a button on a small box and I had a dreadful electric shock: the little box on my dog collar was in fact a shockwave box. I thus realized that my dog collar was in fact a shockwave collar.

After that, I let the guard do what was needed to let me urinate. I told him:
"Guard, I do not need to do anything else. But I am hungry and I want to complain."
When I uttered these words, the guard used this opportunity to give him a second electric shock and said:
"You signed a contract, try to respect the obedience you now owe to the Master on the basis of this contract or accept these shocks."

During the day, I got really thirsty and I decided to drink a little bit of water. I had only one possibility to do that: I crawled next to the pot, put my face in the bowl and started to drink exactly like my former dog did. After that I plunged my face in the bowl to refresh and clean myself. I suddenly heard the voice of the "Master" behind me telling me that this was a positive behavior. But I kept refusing to eat this way.

Later the guard entered the cage to help me urinate. I remained with my shackles and my handcuffs on my back. This time, I let the guard open my pants completely, place my penis in the right position and then force me to sit on the pot. I let him do it since I was afraid to get another shock.

The next morning, the guard placed another bowl of water on the floor and I rushed to drink like a dog, the animal I think I was becoming. The guard also asked me:
"S 12, do you want to eat something now ?"
I simply replied "Yes" because I was very hungry, but I got another electric shock: the Guard told me that I had not answered properly: he explained that I should have said:
"Guard, Yes Guard".
Nevertheless, this guard placed a new bowl of food, an awful mixture, on the floor and I must confess that I rushed to eat it like a dog.

The rest of the day, I tried to obey all the orders I got, such as marching inside the cage in circles, stop moving, standing on one foot, raising one foot and sitting on the floor with crossed legs without the help of my arms … which were still maintained by handcuffs on my back.

In the evening of that day, I also got fresh food and a bowl of water on the floor of my cage. This time, I ate and drank without asking questions or making remarks. After that I chose to lie on my plank and I slept rather well.

On the morning of the fourth day, after the guard had slightly cleaned me, the Master came and asked:
"S 12, how do you feel now ? I remind you that, by contract, you must address me as ‘Master’."
I replied as follows:
"I am starting to get used to this strange situation and I wonder when I am going to start working for you, as foreseen in the contract."

I got another electric shock because I did not start my answer with the word "Master" The Master also told me that I should avoid the "abominable word I" (according to him) and use instead the words "This Slave". I did what he wanted and then I immediately apologized and I thanked the Master for correcting him.

The master then told me that if he kept behaving well (i.e. according to his rules), I would start working the next day. That pleased me and I thanked the Master while taking care to use the strange third person sentences he seemed to like. I then let the guard do my toilet: I felt as if I had forgotten the use of my hands. After that, I lied on my plank and I slept well for the first time since I was in this cage.

I slept for a long time: there was probably some drug in my food or water. When I woke up, I was in a little plane. I was still in shackles with a chain on the ankles and handcuffs on my back. I could feel that I was in a plane, but I could not see anything since I had been blindfolded.

When we landed, I did not know where we were and, in fact, I did not care: it is a dry and sunny country. The Master introduced him to two other tall and solid guards provided with truncheons: Guard Simon and Chief Guard Robert. The Master told Guard Simon to change my handcuffs from back to front and to give me my morning bowl of water and bowl of food. That’s when I developed a new technique: I spontaneously took the bowl of food in my handcuffed hands and plunged my face into it in order to eat the sort of gruel placed in the bowl, I then plunged my face in the bowl of water to drink and to clean his face. I had understood that I was now severely lost for civilization !

Guard Simon led me to a big cage provided with several bunks reduced to planks and with a single toilet corner with a wash basin. There was also in a corner a table with banks enabling people to sit while eating. The guard went out of the cage and locked the door, leaving me there for the rest of the day. In the evening 11 other men in the same orange uniform entered the cage, pushed by Guard Simon and Guard Peter. They looked tired and exhausted. Most of these men did not have handcuffs, but their hands were chained separately to a chain placed on their waist. Three only had real handcuffs.

The men lined up in front of the big cage and the two guards, under the supervision of the Chief guard, took the waist and hand chains away and replaced them with handcuffs. All men, except three, had their handcuffs in front of them, exactly like I was wearing my handcuffs now, but three kept men with handcuffs at the start, got their handcuffs on their back which would stop them from doing the most elementary things. On that day, I did not understand why. In any case, these three men went silently to the foot of the plank with their sign and they waited patiently. When all the men were inside the cage, the two guards entered, one having his small box ready to give shocks and the other chaining the three men to their plank, using a special chain at the foot of the plank, a chain I had not seen yet but which could be fixed to the ankles chain.

One of these men seemed more friendly. He had on his clothes the mark "S 7" and I decided to make friends with him during my holiday in chains and in the sun. But was it really a holiday ?

I asked this man what his name was and the guy replied "S 7". He told me that he did not use his real name any longer, not since a long time ago and he suggested that I adapt immediately. He said:
"You are now ‘S 12’ forever."
I replied that I was only there only for a two month holiday and ‘S 7’ replied that this was also what he thought, but that the truth was rather different.

At that moment the Master arrived and asked whether the men were satisfied and all said "Yes master", except me. The three punished guys said the same. But I said that I wanted to speak with the Master: I complained in his advertisement, the Master had promised an individual cage, and a more comfortable one. The Master replied:
"I never said that. I only offered a cage in the sun. Later I asked you, now ‘S 12’, to sign an agreement to have chains. It is only after you signed this contract that I started your holiday period."
The Master took me then with him. In any case, since I was complaining, the Master told me:
"Since you complain, you now get 3 full additional years of service in the cage."
"But Master, this was not foreseen in the contract."
"My boy, you did not read the contract correctly. It is stipulated that ‘the length of stay in the cage can be adapted for the own good of the candidate’. This is the case now. And since you, S 12 insist, I just decided that you need to have this recent addition doubled. You will thus stay in the cage and serve me M for 6 more years. In order to discipline you, you will immediately get 10 of the whip."
I wanted to object once more, but the Master reminded me that I had accepted in the contract "possible necessary measures for my own good".

The two guards came into the cage, got hold of me, attached me to a pole after taking my clothes off. They then gave me the promised whipping. After that, they told me to get my clothes back on and they placed my handcuffs on my back. I was then led inside the cage, near the plank with my sign and I was attached to this plank like the three punished guys I had seen before.

When S 12, to use my new name, was back in my cage, the guards brought bowls of food for the men. The 8 non-punished one's got it on the table, and the 4 punished ones, including me, got it at their feet, on the floor of the cage. I realized that he had to eat again like an animal.

As soon as I was done he noticed that S 7 was standing in front of him. I started to speak, but a guard gave me an electric shock and reminded me That I was punished. I thus had my handcuffs on my back. I was also not authorized to speak and none of the other men in the cage was authorized to speak with me. I remained silent, not understanding what was happening to me, while S 7 was simply smiling before going to his plank. The non punished men started chatting together about their day’s work while the 4 punished guys, including me, remained silent, and did not move.

Soon the guards told all the men that it was time to lie down. One of them came inside the cage to help the punished ones go to the toilet.

The next day, I was released from my handcuffs. The guards put a chain on my waist, with two shorter chains to be fixed to metallic bracelets, one on each wrist. Each of my wrists was then attached to my waist chain.

I was sent to work: plucking fruit with S 7. While we worked, S 7 told me that he had also been lured with the so-called holiday ad. I was still convinced that it was a real holiday ad with a little bit of sauce on it to make it more funny, but I had to admit that there were things I did not like and others I did not understand. S 7 explained to me that the S with a number, instead of a name, meant that I was now a slave ! I had signed myself as a slave. S7, himself, had signed for a one month holiday, with the same contract, but he soon got additional time and serious whipping. He noted that S 12 had succeeded to get 6 additional years in his first year: a success. He also explained how the handcuffs system worked: the basic principle was that the slaves had to wear permanently handcuffs, but for some activities, like plucking, they needed both hands: their hands were thus simply chained to their waist while they were working. If they had to work with a spade or another tool of the same kind, they could use their hands together so they would have to keep their usual handcuffs, but in a "in front" position at day time.

I was horrified and just said : "The master cannot keep us here forever".
S 7 replied that the simple fact that S 12 called him "the Master" proved the contrary. In any case he was here for so long that he did not know exactly how long.
I gave him the date on which I signed my contract and S 7 concluded that he was working as a slave for more than 2 years, and he knew that he had received more time to serve as punishment. But he hoped to escape one day. He also warned me not to touch the grill which was electrified.

A long and monotonous period started for me, now S 12, and ex-Kevin. I worked hard in the plantation every day of the week, Sunday included. I got every morning and every evening my share of nearly inedible food, which I gulped with pleasure since I was hungry.

From time to time a new boy arrived: the Master had brought in S13, S14 and S15. Life was not pleasant but also not unpleasant. I had food and shelter. Every now and then I got new clothes. Every week I got a free head and face shave, and a disinfection with a water hose: cold water in that place was not so bad since it was really very hot where we were.

Every four weeks he got a complete body shave and I started to like having one of the guards getting hold of my crotch for this body shave (I was not allowed to do it myself).

Life had become a routine, with no real pain, no need to think anymore. Every morning I was told what I had to do, no more and no less. When I had not worked as well as expected, I was punished but I knew that it was for my own good and I was thankful to the Master for this punishment. All that lasted for about 4 years.

S 7 was different. He wanted to regain his freedom, even if it was dangerous. One day S 7 disappeared. He was there in the morning, he started to work with me and suddenly he told me:
"Do you come with me?".
I replied that I was well where I was and that I had no reason to disobey the orders and risk a serious punishment. S 7 went a little bit farther because he said he needed to piss. He never came back.

In the evening, I was punished for this disappearance but I said that he was not responsible: "I am a good slave glad to have orders to obey."
The chief nevertheless gave me 10 more years and 20 of the whip plus two full days in the sun, naked, in a small cell, with handcuffs on my back and nobody to help him. The Master was furious. I accepted that and I hoped that the Master would pardon me.

After these two days, life resumed as usual. And I was glad that he had regained the esteem of my Master.

A few days later, or was it weeks, several men in police uniform came to the camp. They had the word "Libya" printed on their uniform and I knew now where I was. These police or army men asked to speak with each of the boys individually. When they spoke with me, they asked him my name. I told them:
"Well, I do not remember exactly, but that I now prefer to be called S 12, this is now more familiar to me since it is my slave name."
These policemen told me that I was free and could go now, that I could go wherever he wanted. But I replied:
"Respectuously, I like being here. I have everything I need : food, shelter and clothes. I also have a job and I like the type of work I am doing. Above all I like the way I am treated because that means that I no longer have to make any decision."
The armed men asked me if I had not been too badly treated, with the whip and the chains. But S 12 replied:
"I am glad to be there. In any case, the whip or the unpleasant chains came only when I had done something wrong."
I explained that the whip and the chains were only meant for my own good, to correct him. I thus begged the armed men to be allowed to stay with the guards, the Chief guard and the Master.

Several men started to speak exactly like S 12. S 7 appeared suddenly from nowhere, with the armed men and dressed like them. He tried to convince all the others to join him and to get a conviction for the Master. Some of the boys wanted to kill him for these words. Finally 4 boys only left the camp and the guards made all the others work exactly as before. The Master came back and instructed the guards to continue their work as before. He simply changed the additional time each of the detainees had already received to life without parole. The policemen asked each man if he agreed and noted that they all accepted. The chief police officer told the men : "You are no longer free men in prison, you are slaves forever and ever."

After the policemen had left, the Master made a selection and took five slaves with him. I was one of them. The Master took us to a slave market and sold us for a good price. My new master changed my uniform and wanted to take off my chains, but I begged him that I could keep some chains since I was used to working with them.

My new Master, named Soliman Aziz, gave me new irons: a metallic collar without a painful alarm box, a wide metallic bracelet on each wrist and the same just above each foot. These metallic bracelets were provided with solid rings, but the only ones to be really used were those placed above my feet: a chain linked these rings as it did before this change, so that I continued to feel a prisoner. In fact, I was now a real slave and that transformation was forever. My wrists and my neck remained free of any chain, but a ring attached to each of these rings enabled my new Master to place me, as he said, "in full chains" if he so desired.

I was then sent to the shower, which was an energetic cold shower. I was warned that I had to take such a shower, without soap, every morning. If I felt tired after work, I should also take a similar evening shower.

My hair was completely shaved and I was told that this would be repeated as often as necessary, and certainly once a week, on every Thursday evening. The only part of my face which was not shaved, was my face since my new Master wanted me to have a nice beard.

My head was shaved every Thursday evening in order to let me be clean for the Friday rest. Once a week, I also had a body shave, but I could not touch the razor myself.


I also received elements of clothing: a short white skirt to be worn in order to hide my private parts and not more, without underpants but with a sort of white vest to be thrown above my shoulders on the "great days" (I learned later that this was reserved for Fridays) and white sandals without socks. Finally, I received a white skullcap to be worn permanently on my shaved head. This skullcap was provided with a sort of leather ribbon to be placed under my chin in order not to lose my head protection while working.

I was later told that this skullcap was a sign of religious belonging: my new Master had changed my name from "S 12" to "Ali". He strongly suggested that I would convert to Islam, but since it was not compulsory, I did not accept this offer which was kindly formulated.

My new name, "Ali" was printed on the left upper part of my vest and on the front of my short skirt. The Master told me that this was a means of identification. I finally received a wide black leather belt provided with rings enabling the Master to attach me to any place he wanted.

In fact, as a result of this stupid contract, I was now and forever a slave. I must confess here that I did not mind that: I knew that in exchange for my hard labour, I would have food and shelter. I also knew that since my new Master was a good Moslim, I would be respected. He even told me that I was allowed to write in English, which I am doing here, provided I tried to learn Arabic.

In my home country I was registered as dead in an aircraft accident and my first Master, the guy with his tricky contract, had no great problem.

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