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
“I know this is not easy for you. What you've been through…” I heard her swallow. “I can't imagine it,” she continued. It reeks of pity, and I don't want that. Not from her. The woman reached out to touch my hand and I immediately pulled back. The shrill jingle as my hand smacked against the bars of the bed sounded like the threat of an outbreak of violence. I'm more than ready to use violence if she tries to touch me again. She raised her hands and stepped back. My breathing became more steady and the black halo that surrounded my vision dissipated, until the whole world became clear and colorful once more. Now that she's caught my attention, I realize she's not alone. There was a man with her. He tilted his head and stared at me like I was a puzzle to be solved. That look was painfully familiar. I turned my head toward the window, watching the light flood into the room through the horizontal blinds. My stomach twisted. Eric. His name resounded in my mind. He used to look at me lik
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
“Why don't you let me decide for myself what is right? I want to stay with you.” I said choked. My heart rate increased, and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. You're giving me a chance to go back home, back to my life, back to what I said I wanted - but all I can think about is, it doesn't matter if That means I'll never see you again. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and pressed his forehead against it, “You don't know what you want, Nana, and what you want, you're just brainwashed into wanting them.” I immediately inhaled, trying to protest; He raised his hand to stop me. “I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why I think I love you. Because you broke me and then put me back together and made me believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that." I could barely see him through the mist of tears clouding my vision. Eric believed what he said. I could hear it in his voice – but he was w
I was just unbuttoning my shirt when it happened. There was a huge explosion and something hit me right in the face. I reached up to touch my cheek. The breath left me in a heartbeat. Eric was above me, screaming, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Looks like I didn't hear anything. My head ached. I bumped it to the floor when Eric lunged at me. Bricks flew everywhere. “Nana!” Eric shouted as he shook me. It pierced the silence in my head. BOOM! Another flood of rubble flew towards us. Eric lay on top, covering my face with his hands while burying his head near my shoulder. There's someone out there shooting at us. My eyes drifted to the door and I could see huge holes in what used to be wood. We rolled to the back of the bed. My whole body was shaking and I had no idea what was going on. Eric was pushing me and I cried out in pain. “Get in the tub!” He shouted. Then he pushed me again. I managed to get up on my hands and knees. Crawling towards the bathroom, I squirmed in
The mansion is very quiet, strangely quiet. No Felipe. No Celia. No Raymond. Eric didn't answer and I didn't ask any questions.It was very hot outside, even though it was only early morning. I realized I hadn't stepped outside in a long time, under the bright sun. I am wearing clothes. I was…free. My footsteps stopped when that realization hit. FREE!“The truck isn't far, keep going,” Eric said coldly.I felt myself choking, an excited laugh escaping my lips, “Where are we going?” I said with tears of joy in my eyes."Please don't ask. Just go with me.”I looked at him, the pain on his face was so intense. Now is not the time to argue with you. Whatever he was doing, it seemed like a big deal. It will change everything between the two of us, but he is begging me to go with him, and when the man you love asks you to go with him – you will.We walked less than a mile, but I was amazed at the overall scale of Felipe's mansion. Whatever his business is, it's probably making a profit. We
Fear aside, I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He groaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him down on top of me. I tug on his dirty shirt and he pulls away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Sand and blood, I'm sure, fell on my face, but I just wiped them off with the back of my hand and continued to kiss Eric. His hands were everywhere at once, touching my hair, pulling me close, squeezing my breasts. His pillow hill slid between my knees, pushing them apart. I opened my legs and let Eric's lower belly press against me. I can feel his masculinity, confined in his jeans, pressing against his inner thighs. As we pounced on each other, a part of his wild personality seeped into me and before I knew it, I pushed him aside. He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causi
Eric has been gone for hours. I sat on the floor, next to his gun, waiting for something to happen, anything. So many times I thought about leaving the room and looking for him, but still tried to convince myself to give up the idea. Eric told him to wait. So I wait.A sense of dread began to rise as I saw light seeping through the curtains. The sun was rising and Eric hadn't come back yet. I wonder if Celia will return, but I doubt it will. The bridge between us has been completely burned down. The only consolation was knowing that she would keep Felipe from harming me.Suddenly, there was a very loud thud at the door, and then another hour. My heart almost jumped in my throat, but then I remembered Eric said he'd knock twice. I reached for the gun, just in case.I watched the revolving door handle and when the door swung open I could barely absorb what I was seeing. Eric stood in the doorway. His body was covered in mud. Blood stains everywhere.“Eric?” I managed to whisper, but sti
“There will be no trial,” Kudo said. He started walking again, a fist resting on the back of his neck. “I know how it is. I don't want to believe it, but I know. I've been arguing with my boss for the past few hours. There will be…” Kudo seemed very flustered. “There will be a lot of arrest warrants, I'm sure. Those who are auctioned will no doubt be taken to a shelter, but… no justice will be served. Not the kind that those victims deserve.” "How can that be?" I sobbed. “How could you let that happen?” “Raymond is a senior officer in the Pakistani Army, Nana. His government will not allow a scandal to get out. They agreed to let our government take part in the raid on the condition that they keep their men out of the way. When the chaos is over, it's up to them to decide who's present and who's not, that's how international political organizations work." I felt like someone had just hit me in the chest with a heavy wooden stick. For the second time in my life, I understood Eric's
“Are you sick?” Eric whispered. His blond brows furrowed nervously. I've never seen him like this. He looks so happy and peaceful. I reached up and stroked his beautiful face. "I am fine." He wiped my eyes, "Then why are you crying?" "I don't know," I replied and continued to run my hand over his face. "I think I'm just happy." He smiled, "Strange reaction to happiness, but that's okay." He bent down and licked away one of my tears. I squirmed, “What are you doing?” I laugh. "I'm curious," he whispered seriously. "About what?" “Will happy tears taste the same as sad tears?” he replied. His words made me cry harder. I can't control them. I am overwhelmed by everything. "And?" I managed to ask. "I think they're sweeter," he replied, kissing me, "but maybe it's just your face." We burst out laughing. I heard voices. I sat up in bed. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. The room is very small. There are bars on the window frames. The bed wasn't Eric's. “I can't come back