EPTEDIT: Context: I went to China to teach English as a foreign language,1 month in I was after a driving license due to it being a 45 minute walk from my home to the school I was working at. I was acquainted with a local big-shot policeman who "helped" get one of my acquaintances his Chinese driving license, as a European one is invalid in China and you need to do the test again (the Chinese one).
Well today was an interesting day.
It started quite well, I did my usual thing of enjoying computer games, after my students found out I played the same game as they did, they invited me to play with them at an internet cafe, something I gladly agreed to. I've always felt most comfortable in a LAN environment, it was a great atmosphere coupled with genuinely great people.
My students insisted that they pay for my hours at the internet cafe, it was 3rmb per hour so it wasn’t horrendous of me to accept, even though I did put up a fight initially. To feel even with them, or at least almost, I bought the drinks and some strange egg snack thing that they all appeared to like. We won 5/6 games we played, the last one was lost due to my miscalculation so I didn’t feel great about it, but 5/6 wasn’t bad at all considering it was supposed to be 50% win/loss.
After the 5th game the best student from my best class said that he must go after the next game as he has to study. At that moment I was reminded about the huge difference between attitudes to education in England and China, I didn’t know anyone ‘back home’ that had studied on Saturday AND Sunday unless there was a test to prepare for, and even then, I don’t recall anyone doing both days for more than a few hours. I decided to leave with them, I was quite hungry anyway and got some street food that looked quite good, but instead of getting one of the bread pastry thing, I got one kilogramme of it, oh well, it was still pretty damn good.
I got home and remembered that I needed to inform the policeman that was helping me obtain a driving license of my teaching schedule. When I met him, he was an exceptionally friendly and nice guy. He said he would translate the test so I could actually do it. A second after I sent my text he rings me back asking if I was free, assuming that I would just go and do the test now I stated that I was completely free for the entire day, oh what a mistake that would turn out to be.
He turns up about 25 minutes after the phone call to pick me up, with his first question being whether or not I like prostitutes, he did not say that word specifically but it was absolutely obvious that is what he meant. I replied by saying no, I don’t like the idea of paying for it, to which he replied that I didn't have to pay, implying he would. At this point I’d just like to clarify that his English was enough for me to understand what he usually meant, but not enough for me to explain my moral objections to prostitution. So after a few failed attempts, I accomplished a change of topic.
We first came to a car wash, he paid a guy and we went inside to meet his friend who’s a musician, he was teaching a young boy at the time, his drumming was subpar, the boy’s inability to keep rhythm rivalled my own, but practice makes perfect. Hanging around for about 10minutes he got the hint that his friend would be teaching for a while so we took off, but not before he offered me some instruments to play, the one that I do play was a display item only, thankfully.
Next was his home, a lovely place, right in the middle of a police compound, housing for police officers only, safest place I could think of. Once inside it was quite large, minimalistic decorations made it appear like a brilliant place to live, the children’s toys gave it a homely feel. His wife was busy repairing the fan and gave me a quick greeting. We grabbed two apples and he called me into his room, which had about 8 computers in, with several external hard drives and a fairly large quantity of tech books, all in all a really nice set up.
What followed wasn’t so nice, first he brought in some tissues into the room, gave me some, then decided that it would be normal to show me his porn collection, I’m not against porn collections but I am against any group viewings, and the tissue hand off was definitely creeping me out. All the porn was Russian, I don’t know what it is but it always seems to be Russian or involving Russians. That lasted roughly an hour, what a long hour that was.
The time came for him to pick up his child from his relative, so we got into his car and drove off. He was fairly hungry at the time so we stopped at KFC, I offered to pay for them but was promptly shut down. They couldn’t taste the spice but I was dying, he just smothered his chicken in extra spicy powder that he got from the till. I’m quite certain I would start chocking if I tried any of it. Meal over we got back into the car, picked up his sleeping child, went back to his home to drop the child off and started driving back in the direction of my home.
I thought that this would be the end of the night; it was a pleasant evening, porn viewing aside. But the turn off to my home came and we just kept going, at which point there was a slight look of panic on my face. We kept going for another few minutes and then came to a halt in a secluded street with a few fruit stalls and an extremely poorly lit alley. The alley itself was littered with rubbish and appeared as if no cleaner has ever found it. Small glimmers of light did manage to make their way to this street, but only to illuminate that which did not need to be seen.
As soon as we went past the turnoff I had a pretty good idea where we were heading, but as soon as I saw that alleyway there was not a doubt in my mind what was about to happen. I asked him the question: “are we going THERE NOW?!” to which he responded “I don’t know” but kept moving. I had no idea how to get back home so I had no choice but to follow him.
The alleyway lead to an even darker back alley which had a small archway that looked far from inviting, It did not stop there, an ever darker alley awaited me with a small house being our final destination. He knocked and spoke Chinese to the woman that opened the door, and told me to wait for him while he used the toilet, when he was gone the women told me to head upstairs but terrified of what awaited me there I decided to wait for him to come back.
Once he got back I again told him how I had no problem with him doing whatever but that I wasn’t going to participate and had no intention of doing so. In the middle of my speech I got manhandled up the stairs and into a flat. This flat looked normal only for a few moments, the normalcy faded upon taking a few steps inside. Each room was half the size of your average bedroom, with padded walls in either an attempt to soundproof, decorate or a bit of both. Tiny bed in the corner, a small seat, desk, and a sliding door.
For the fifteenth time I told him that this wasn’t going to happen, but his persistence was something I’ve not come up against before, he just said “no no just take a seat” that wasn’t too bad so I just assumed I could ride this out. Noooo, that would be too easy, he leaves the room and comes back with a Chinese girl, at which point I again tell him that this “ain’t gonna happen” but he takes no heed and says; “oh just talk, you’re both shy its ok” having no idea of what my actual problem is in this situation. I move to sit at the furthest point away from the girl, he starts undressing her shortly after that, the girl seems to object to this but laughs at the same time so I’m at least reassured that it doesn’t look like slavery although it could just as easily be a false assumption. After getting her top off he grabs my hand with me attempting to pull away and puts it on her chest saying “feel that”. At this precise moment I’ve had more than what I can tolerate and sternly say “STOP, NO, I AM NOT DOING THIS, IM NOT REMOTELY COMFORTABLE WITH THIS SITUATION”. He tries to persuade me by saying we came here together so we should do it together, that line falls on deaf ears.
Disappointed but not ready to leave he agrees to let me just wait in the other room, and goes and changes. When I say changes, I of course mean he gets butt naked and walks into the room I’m in to have another crack at getting me involved, he now tells me my condition of not participating is that I must watch him do her, mortified by his suggestion I’m left speechless but not before he walks in with the girl and tries to do her there. He tells me to also strip as I watch, my response: “HELL NO”. As my luck would have it she didn’t like my presence there and was unwilling to go along with it, so I finally got out.
I thought it was finally over, but about 5minutes later he forces me into another room as he tries to fuck another girl, I try to avoid any view of the event occurring but he asks me to sit on the bed, I strongly decline. I am then asked to grab his ass, the idea of which I am quite repulsed by, I again say “hell no”. I didn’t know it then but I would go on to be sexually assaulted in the next minute, He asks me “Are you hard” to which I simply reply “no” then he goes to grab my penis, I try to stop him but he gets a feel and confirms my statement. That was way more than I could take, so I just left the room at that point, thankfully he didn’t follow me. Once finished, he asked me to promise to participate with him next time, I said “I can’t make any promises” which just means that there will simply not be a next time.
He cleaned himself off, I had to pass him his pants and undergarments, and we were finally on the way back home. He started to quiz me in the car if I was gay or not because I didn’t join in, I simply have no idea how to explain to him what’s wrong with the entire scenario and how incredibly uncomfortable I felt throughout.
Edit: Quick explanation, For those wondering why I didn't just go home, I didn't have my wallet on me(I didn't have enough Chinese to explain to a driver that I'd go collect my wallet when we arrive at the destination), had no idea where I was, and had no idea how to walk back home from where I was, as he drove for a while past my home in the dark so my thought that the only way I was getting back was in his car, the other reason is that at the time I'm also terrified of offending him, I become seriously paranoid about what can happen and what he can do if I do seriously offend him.
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