Slowly, I used my good arm to pull the blanket off of me and stood up. My head tilted and so did my body. For a brief second, my panic reflected on Eric's face, but then relief spread as he caught me. “Nana,” he said softly as he held my trembling shoulders in his hands, “let me help you.” My eyes continued to be glued to my lap while my face was pale and red at the same time. Eric stares too, and I can't help feeling like I've lost face in front of him. Did he just call me Nana? Considering everything that had happened between the two of us, I'm not sure what I felt from one second to the next, every moment was mixed with suspicion and disbelief, but underneath it all, was sadness. shallow desire. Eric isn't my prince charming, but that doesn't mean I have to choose anything less than that. He held out his hand to me and I took it. We walked into the bathroom together, and while it wasn't so extraordinary anymore, the fact that I was broken, inside and out, still made it different
The truth is now exposed. He would never forget the look in her eyes when he told her how he planned to sell her as a pleasure slave. What does he expect? That she would understand? Revenge is his goal. She couldn't understand it, not yet. He will be haunted forever. One more memory among the hundreds that always haunted him. Except he's always been the victim in it. Always a boy, never a man. Now, the kind of person he had become would haunt him as well. Eric collapsed in front of the bathroom door. He needed a minute, to breathe, to stop himself from vomiting, and to face the jumbled thoughts that were tearing him apart. For the first time in his most recent memory, Eric wanted something else for revenge. He wants the girl. He wants Nana. He knew her name now, but that was the least he knew about her right now. He knew a lot about her--perhaps too much. She wears baggy clothes to school because she wants her mother to love her. Her eyes were troubled because she knew she never was.
“There was a man and a woman there. They might have the answers I need. I don't know if anyone else knows about the girl or me, maybe there will be witnesses. I don't know if she's been in contact with anyone in America. I'm trying to erase our tracks, Raymond. And since when did you receive information from Jair instead of me?" Eric could barely stop himself from shouting. He didn't want to scare Kitten…Nana. “I get information from anyone useful and recently that person is not you.” Raymond spoke calmly, as if there was no trace of bitterness in his voice. “You made a mess, Eric. The girl was injured, there would likely be witnesses, no doubt the authorities there would want to know about his damned fire. And now, I assume you've taken the girl to the hospital, which has the potential to create even more stories. That's sloppy, Eric." Eric sighed heavily; exhausted fatigue. Yet his anger remained, “No matter what you and your new friend, Jair, think; I'm not an idiot. The region i
Eric found what he needed, Kitten clothes. On his way back to the borrowed bedroom, he passed two hostages in the kitchen. Once again, the conversation paused. The wife is crying, but her attitude is very stoic. She is a brave woman. “We will leave when it is morning. I promise you won't suffer any harm, but I must say that my benevolence has conditions. If you tell anyone we were here, or what happened to you-” “I promise you!” The doctor was very adamant. He had seen Eric covered in blood, knew it was blood spurting from an artery, probably knew what Eric had done. He never doubted the doctor's integrity. As he looked into his wife's teary eyes, Eric caught a glimpse of the deep love they had for each other. They will live or die together, but no matter what, they will do anything to protect each other. It was strange to see that. Even stranger, he felt jealous of his two hostages. No one had ever looked at him like that, as if life would be meaningless without him, for he had nev
"What did I do wrong?" she said, and the words pierced his heart. “God, no. I am so perfect. I just… I don't want to hurt you. And with my current feelings…” If he had ever blushed, he probably would have done so by then. "I know I'll hurt you." He almost groaned as she blushed, smiled and looked away. “So, what to do now?” "Come with me." He took her hand, careful to see which hand it was, and led her to the bed. Slowly, he made her sit on it. She was much more timid now than she had been a few minutes before, but she didn't hesitate. He kissed her lightly on the lips before lying down beside her and coaxing her to open her legs. It was an action he had practiced with her over and over again, kissing down her neck, breasts, breasts, and belly. "UMBRELLA!" She groaned as soon as his lips touched the soft, wet hair between her thighs. He hadn't even licked her, yet he could feel her swirling tension. He kissed the top of her "little girl" in hopes of alleviating her fear. This will
Sunday, August 30, 2011Day 2: Lived by caesarean section. That's the only phrase I can think of to describe how I feel - being dissected alive. As if someone had slit me open with a scalpel, the pain didn't come until the flesh began to split and the blood gushed out. I can hear the creaking sound when the frame is braked. Slowly, my internal organs, wet and greasy, were pulled out one by one. Until I'm empty. Empty and, in terrible pain - still alive. Still. Still. Living. Above me are sterile industrial fluorescent lamps. One of them was in danger of going out, it flickered, hummed and tried to keep itself lit. I've been dumbfounded by its Morse code for the past hour. Flash-on-ro ro-ro ro-flash-off. My eyes hurt. I continued to look. Followed by my own Morse code: Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Eric. Don't think about him. From somewhere, I am being watched. There's always someone here. There's always someone to fix the lines on my body. One is to monitor my hear
Agent Kudo looks bored. I think he should too. He took another deep breath and looked at me with his eyes and said, 'Okay, that's what you asked for.' He bent down and picked up the brown file he had seen earlier. He opened it, looked at it, then looked at me. He leaned forward and held the delicious morsel to my lips. For a second, he looked a little hesitant, but then turned more determined. He pulls out a page from the file and walks over to me, the piece of paper loose in his hand. I almost didn't want to see what it was, but I couldn't help it. I have to look. My heart flutters! Every cell in the body suddenly sings. Tears sting my eyes, and a bittersweet sound escapes my mouth before I can stop them. Is a photo of Eric! It is a picture of his beautiful, harsh face. I wanted it to be so intense that I reached out, fingertips straightened to get closer to his image. With shameless relief, I opened my mouth but he jerked his hand back. “Do you know this man?” Agent Kudo asked,
“Are you hungry?” he asked, gently and slowly. I felt as if he was saying that I had no choice but to surrender. He will get what he wants from me in the end. I teased him with silence. Sometimes he sneered at me. And then, Eric's specter seemed more obvious. When I couldn't answer, his right fingers slid beneath my right breast again. Just today, he was the one who turned away first and turned his attention back to the laptop in front of him. He typed and flipped through the information I couldn't see. I inhaled abruptly and shied away from his touch, pressing my closed eyes over my bound arm above my head. Slowly, he reached for a leather briefcase on the floor beside the seat and pulled out a few brown folders. He opened one of them and took notes while frowning. His lips caressed my earlobe… I know. I know Eric isn't here. My mind is all messed up. Honestly, I found Agent Kudo to be a very good looking man. Not as handsome as Eric. But he still made the same strong impress