From the moment she arrived at the karaoke club, Srey Neang looked for a chance to escape. But Chuan operated the club like a prison. Whenever they were not seeing johns, the girls were kept captive in the apartment atop the club. Each door had a deadbolt that locked from the outside. Steel wires covered the windows.
He forced the women to have sex with ten men each day on average. Most of the johns hailed from Cambodia, though a decent portion came from Thailand, China, and India. The customers began trickling into the karaoke club in the late afternoon, and the final engagement might not end until two in the morning. On rare occasions, a john would pay to keep a girl for the entire night. More typically, johns put out $2.50 for a visit that might last twenty minutes.
Chuan aimed to keep a steady stable of young women working in the club at any given time. Few showed up as young as Srey Neang; most had turned seventeen or eighteen years old, and none were older than twenty-four. Regardless, once at the karaoke club, they aged at an accelerated pace. A woman seemed to add two days for every one day she spent there.
To prevent rebellion, Chuan regularly sold individual women to other brothel owners. A network of recruiters had little trouble replenishing his supply. Due to the constant turnover, the women rarely formed relationships where trust and solidarity might take root. They shared a nightmare, yet faced their suffering alone.
In a departure from his pattern, Chuan did not sell off Srey Neang. He had his reasons. A good number of the johns specifically requested a young girl, and that made Srey Neang a valuable commodity. Chuan’s second reason made Srey Neang even more ill. He confessed that he had fallen in love with her.
As far as she was concerned, love had nothing to do with their relationship. Chuan raped Srey Neang at least three times a week. He treated her no better or no worse than the other johns she met each day. Occasionally Chuan brought her small gifts such as perfume or new earrings. He never failed to mention— usually the next day—that he had added the cost of the gift to her debt.
Only on one occasion did Srey Neang feel hopeful about getting away from the karaoke club. Late one morning, while nearly all of the girls still lay asleep in their beds, she awoke to the sound of pounding at the front door. She stumbled out of the bedroom and heard a clear voice bark: “It’s the police! Open up the door immediately!”
“I can’t,” she yelled back through the door. “The door locks only from the outside. You’ll have to get the key from Chuan.”
“Stand back then,” the voice advised. “We’re going to break down the door.” “Be my guest!” Srey Neang squealed with delight.
Within seconds a band of uniformed police officers came bursting through the entrance. By now, all of the girls had spilled out of their bedrooms and stood pensively in the front hallway. The officer in charge paced slowly in a circle around them. He used exaggerated gestures to show that he was counting the number of girls present. He then announced, “You are all under arrest for the illegal solicitation of sex.”
“Boy, I never thought I would be so glad to be arrested,” quipped an older girl. She then added to the policeman who grabbed her arm, “But you got the wrong criminal. Find that bastard Chuan, and throw him behind bars.” Ignoring her comment, the commanding officer ordered his team to escort the girls down the stairs to the cars parked below. Once at the police station, they placed all the girls in a single holding cell.
Nothing much happened over the next twenty-four hours. Srey Neang kept waiting for the opportunity to tell the police her story. Surely Ly and Chuan committed a crime when they bartered her like a prized cow. And can someone be forced to perform unmentionable acts with men? She thought not.
The following afternoon a guard opened the door of the jail cell and invited only Srey Neang to accompany him. She assumed that she would get fi rst crack at testifying against Chuan. To her surprise, the guard led her straight out of the police station. There, waiting for her on the sidewalk, stood Chuan. “I bet you missed me,” he crowed.
She turned to run back into the police station, but Chuan grabbed her by the arm. “You’re wasting your time,” he said. “How do you think I got you released? The police are more than happy at the moment with their cash bonus.”
Chuan drove her back to the karaoke club. Once they arrived, he walked with her up the stairs to the apartment and then raped her. Before departing the bedroom, he whispered into her ear, “So glad you’re back.” Lying still in her bed, Srey Neang heard the key lock the door.
In the weeks to follow, Srey Neang sank into a deep depression. Sleep once had been her refuge, but the events of the day seeped into her dreams. She now tossed and turned her way through the night. Food lost its appeal. She lost nearly twenty-five pounds. Though she had always been somewhat slight, at sixty-six pounds she now looked all skin and bones.
Perhaps death would be her only escape. She counted it among her options.
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