We drove in silence through the desert for about twenty minutes before arriving at the same warehouse. I hadn't even been two weeks since I was last here. Since I left and thought I'd never have to come back again.
The driver took my arm and led me into the building. I could hear voices and laughter inside that immediately ceased when the door opened.
Half an hour later, we were back at the airport. Another one of Andrea's men had driven us and left us. I had no idea where he was taking me, of course, because why would I get to know details like that.The air in the terminal was thic
We drove for some hours more. Every now and then I brought my fingers to my tender eye to investigate the swelling.Spoiler: it was bad.
Leo's Point of ViewThe second the truck rolled into the base, I was opening the door. In the front, there were two men: one driving and one clutching what looked like just a bundle of blankets. The bundle of blankets stirred, and I was met with a pair of innocent, watery eyes.
I next woke on a slightly damp, hard floor to the sound of a loud engine. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting from the bright sun, to see a pair of smart shoed feet. I then looked up higher to see Andrea, still wearing the same suit, and sat controlling the motor of the boat.
I still lay in the bed hours later drawing imaginary circles and patterns on the sheets with the tip of my finger. It had been the worse day of my life from start to finish. I hadn't slept, eaten and besides one glass of water, I'd had nothing to drink either. But I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I was numb to it.Andrea had returned two hours after he left but didn't come upstairs which I was eternally grateful for. The thought of seein
Andrea came into the bedroom an hour or so later after the other men had left. He peeled off his shirt and collapsed next to me on the bed. He reeked of beer and tequila and a shiny sweat was visible on his skin as he fumbled around in his belt for his gun which he then threw carelessly onto the nightstand.
Three hours later, I was sat in the back of an SUV with Andrea as Chico drove. Thankfully, we'd avoided the sketchy boat trip and taken a jungle track away from the house instead, but the journey was long and silent. Andrea had forced me into a tight black dress with a deep cleavage and given me a new identity as a girl named Polly.
TWWhen we got back to the