CHAPTER 3: ESCAPING FROM THE DISGUSTING MAN

CHAPTER 3: ESCAPING FROM THE DISGUSTING MAN

When Isabella opened her eyes, she found herself in a different room from the one she was in when she confronted Marcus. She scanned the room, and everything was luxurious. Without a doubt, she was in the same hotel and had a bad feeling that Marcus had sent her to the man's room. Her heart raced, and she told herself she had to get out of there as soon as possible.

She got out of bed and was about to head to the door when someone spoke behind her.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?"

Isabella didn't want to turn around, but she did. Only to see a man in his sixties, fat, and with a sadistic look. Her alarms went off; she had to get out of there. When the man took a step in her direction, she stepped back and warned him.

"Don't come any closer! Stay away!"

The man smiled and licked his lips.

"I like them like this, fighters. In the end... they do what I want."

Isabella's breathing became irregular, and her stomach churned when she saw him lick his lips.

"Please... let me go... this is illegal, I don't..."

The man burst out laughing.

"Let you go? Oh, honey, I paid a lot to enjoy you. Marcus assured me you'd comply, that you were top-notch merchandise and... what I saw..." he looked her up and down "...I liked."

Isabella's eyes widened when he said that.

"Does he mean this pig saw me while I was unconscious?"

The nausea worsened, but so did her determination not to let this man touch a hair on her head. Gathering her courage, she gave him a fierce look.

"If you touch me, I'll call the police, you hear? I'll report you!"

The man laughed again and clicked his tongue.

"Sweetie, money buys many things. Do you think they'll believe the statement of a whore like you? Of course not, a good payment silences mouths and turns deaf ears. So, come here, sweetheart, and let's have some fun."

The man took a few strides toward her, and Isabella dodged him by climbing over the bed.

"Stay away! I'll scream! Help, help! Someone help me! Help!"

The man lost his patience.

"Stop screaming, you unhappy bitch! Shut up!"

Isabella was about to scream again when he managed to grab her ankle, causing her to fall onto the bed. In an instant, the fat, greasy man was on top of her. Isabella fought with all her strength, but the man wouldn't budge.

"Come on, beauty, don't fight..." he said, burying his head in the curve of her neck.

Isabella closed her eyes and dug her nails into his head, trying to push him away.

"Let go of me! Disgusting! Get away!"

But the man pulled back only to slap her.

"I told you not to fight, bitch! I paid money, and I'm going to enjoy it!"

He tried to kiss her again. She turned her face away and quickly spotted one of the lamps. She stretched her hand as far as she could and finally grabbed it. Without thinking, she hit the man's head with all her strength. The man groaned, and a second later, he lost consciousness on top of her.

Isabella was breathing heavily, scared and nervous. She let go of the lamp and pushed him off her body, making him fall to the side of the bed.

Blood stained the white sheets.

"Did I kill him? Oh my God, did I kill him?" she whispered, terrified.

She hurried away and looked at the scene, distressed.

"No, you didn't kill him, he's unconscious, that's it. But you have to get out of here, Isabella, you have to go!"

She took one last look at the man and ran to the door, fleeing as if the devil were chasing her. She sprinted through the hallways of the luxurious hotel, her heart pounding at a frantic pace, each beat resonating in her ears like a war drum. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, propelling her forward, while her mind struggled to process what had just happened.

Finally, she entered the elevator and pressed the button with trembling fingers, praying it would arrive quickly. But when she reached the hotel lobby, she saw Marcus and Amanda talking to what appeared to be some hotel employees. Her stomach tightened, and she told herself she couldn't let them see her. Thinking quickly, she looked for another way out and then saw the exit to the parking lot.

Without thinking any longer, she headed in that direction.

In the hotel, while Isabella searched for her escape, the other elevator opened, revealing two men: one imposing in his tailored suit, and the other with a kinder demeanor.

"Sir, do you want me to send a toy to Master Nicholas? He didn't seem happy," proposed Louis, the kind-looking man.

The imposing man, after a brief pause and a glance at his watch, remembered his unfulfilled promise to return home for dinner with his son. However, his decision was firm.

"No, leave it. He must learn from a young age that we don't always get what we want," he responded with authority.

But Louis tried to intercede, concerned for the child.

"But sir... he's only six years old, if only..."

The man's response was curt, and a warning look silenced Louis.

"I don't pay you to intervene in my personal matters, Louis. Don't forget that."

"Yes, sir, I apologize," said the secretary, lowering his head.

With the conversation clearly over, both men continued their way to the parking area, each lost in their own thoughts. Meanwhile, Isabella ran between the cars and looked for the exit, but she stopped when she saw two guards approaching. She retreated and hid among the cars.

"Damn it, how am I going to get out of here?" she wondered.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching and tensed up. She hid behind a car and waited. The men approached a black Lexus, and she took a closer look at both of them. One seemed gentle and kind, with blonde hair and glasses. The other exuded arrogance and roughness; he was attractive and mysterious.

The two stopped, and a second later, one of them—the kind-looking one—returned. Meanwhile, the other checked his watch, then took out his phone and made a call.

Isabella couldn't take her eyes off him; somehow, he seemed incredibly handsome, the kind you'd take a long time to forget. The suit jacket tightened over the muscles of his back, while the pants fit perfectly over a well-shaped rear. Suddenly, Isabella's body began to heat up; she started to feel strange, hot, and... excited.

She got scared and told herself she needed to get out of there.

The man continued his call and walked away a bit. Isabella fought against the growing need that had awakened inside her and looked for a quick way out. Just then, more hotel guards arrived, and fear completely took over her.

The man with glasses returned, and the handsome man hung up the call. Both walked towards the car. At that moment, Isabella didn't think twice; they would be her way out. She would beg them, explain to them, but she would get out of that place.

In the car, Sebastián had finished talking with his son. Little Nicholas hadn't wanted to understand reasons; he was angry and sad. He felt bad for his son, but there was nothing he could do; it wasn't as if he could buy him a mother.

Louis, his secretary, started the car and was about to drive off when suddenly the back door opened. Sebastián fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him, but she didn't give him time to demand an explanation. She was already getting into the car.

"What the hell...?" he said as he saw her close the door behind her.

"Please help me!"