Night has come. You first day of slavery ended. In small hut, you rest with other Indian coolies, all exhausted and covered in sweat from hard day's work. And all the wounds from whipping hurts you still. You look around. The hut is full of Indian coolies, all only in loincloth... and you are merely one of them. You are Hindi male with dark skin and dirty bushy hairs... without ballsacks... "Maybe they don't want me live normal life even this slavery ends. Maybe they didn't want this Hindi body, ever give birth to another Hindi ones..."
You think that you should try to communicate with these people. "Maybe I can cooperate with this Indians. Maybe me and they can escape here together." You touch the man next to you. To this bald, burly, hairy Indian guy, you try to ask things... But you cannot. Now you remember that you are muted for slavery.
Cannot even muttering a word anymore, you try to write down something. You pick up small stick and try to write words... But you cannot. "What is wrong with me?" You cannot write any words. Anything English or Hindi... You finally realize that you are illiterate, uneducated workingclass person. It is obvious that not only your body modified, but also your brain changed from oldself... You cry... you cry mourning sound out of your tongueless mouth.. Now your life is really ruined..
"It cannot be. I'm not one of them. I'm not like these thick haired, dark skined Indians. They look like animals. Muscle bound, dark haired working animals....! No! I'm not!"
But you find out, even thinking about this, you are thinking in Hindi. Not just words and sentences. When you are hungry. You thinking about Indian foods. When you want to pray to God for help, it is not christian god you begging for. Only images of Hindi gods emerge from your mind... You know you are from America. You remember your were white. But you cannot recall you exact former life. You cannot recall your former self's ways of life. It is like, now this life of Indian coolie is only life fits you.
This is when the bald bearded Hindu grabs your dick. You suprised by this unexpected touch, try to resist. But this guy, smiling through his dirty thick beard, starts to rub your prick gently... And another hand of this Indian begins to touch your ass cheeks.