9 years and 6 months ago
The air conditioning wakes me up and the cold awakens me. I don't recognize where I am. It looks like a hotel room judging by the bed and nightstand devoid of everything. I have no idea how I got here. I see myself tied hand and foot, open and naked on the cold mattress. I blink to accustom my eyes to the dim light in the room. I don't hear anything, just my breathing and the sound of the air conditioning fan.
Then I remember.
The man had offered me two hundred dollars for a blow job. My shift wasn't even over and I wasn't interested in falling into it. I refused and told my partner to take care of him because I was not feeling well.
I do not want to offer myself as bait or as a recipient of men. Once was more than enough. I hope to give myself the next time out of love for a man who values and loves me.
I try to remember what else happened, but nothing comes. I have a blank mind.
I feel like I'm starting to shake; I look at my wrists tied with red ribbons. My head has a pillow underneath.
Wow, how delicate.
Whoever put me in this position must have believed that I could drown if my head was at the same level as my body.
My thoughts are for Joshua. Again in trouble. This time it's not about him and it's not about me. I didn't want this to happen.
Maybe I have the kind of face that makes men think they can own my body.
"Well, you're awake," I hear a voice coming out of the bathroom, followed by a dark”haired man with a gloomy look.
It's the man from the bar.
The client I refused to give an oral for two hundred dollars.
“I made? My voice is still numb. He smiles and watches me from above, like a god looking at his creation. I made? How did I get here? I ask again this time more clearly and more properly.
"Don't be shy now." You looked at me since I entered the bar; I noticed your attraction to me immediately. I just advanced things a bit. "I want to get him out of his mistake, but he interrupts me." Leave my words in my head. You can't scream, I know you won't because you're smart. However, I must tell you that the more you scream the harder I will hit you. If you bite me, I will burn your skin so that you will carry a memory of me for life. If you scratch me and leave marks on my skin, I'll whip you until your ass bleeds. If you're good and keep quiet, you'll go with the two hundred dollars and my card with my phone number. He smiles satisfied. It has a gold tooth in place of one of its fangs. You will want to call me later. I will try to be available.
He seems to believe that it is an offer that is tempting, overwhelming and impossible to deny.
I think I'm going to start crying. My breathing is accelerated. Knowing that this guy is in complete control of my body makes me want to die right now. Ultimately, I'm going to cry.
I always see in the news how young people are raped, murdered and thrown into ravines or solariums. I don't want to be one of them. I can't be on the news as one more.
I just want to get out of here.
Hell take me right now. I hope it gives me a sudden heart attack.
But who would she leave Joshua with?
We have no one.
It is him and me against the world.
"What do you want me to do?" I ask him at last.
Survival will always be the main thing at a time like this.What's the worst that can happen to me? That murdered me?I wouldn't mind that if it weren't for the fact that Joshua is waiting for me for dinner.The man must be over forty, he wears a mustache and a suit that probably costs the same as my apartment's three”month rent."First of all, let's introduce ourselves." "He looks at me." I feel exposed and the cold makes my nipples prickle. My name is Morton Craig. He licks his lips. I notice the malice in his eyes. Tell me your name now, ”he demands."I'm Thea, Thea Jackeline," I blurt out.Maybe it was fear or the way he's watching me that made me blurt out my real name.I thought of a thousand ways not to tell him, but panic betrayed me."Well, Thea, I'm going to let go of a hand." You must be thirsty. The medicine I gave you is pretty strong, so I don't want to see you dehydrated.I suppose that's what
Present"Sign here, please." "The man looks at the paper and then at me."I am unfazed.My hand is on the paper where it specifies what I accept and what not, apart from establishing my price and my privacy conditions.Ten years ago I gave my virginity to an alcoholic. Although I would have liked my first experience to be under the moon, with love and delicacy, the reality is different. I believe that not all of us get what we think we deserve."Doesn't it work on my word?" The dark”haired, almond”eyed boy asks.He is good looking. I don't understand why you seek my company even though you could get girls your age with a little lip service.At twenty”eight, I evaluate the people around me without speaking to me. Attitudes scream what we are. How we walk and what we drink on a date, how we dress and how we comb our hair, how we smile and h
"But who the hell do you think you are?" I finally reacted and took the cigarette from him, throwing it on the floor. I twist my heel over the butt and disintegrate it.I'm sure my face right now is a poem. I was torn between kissing him or slamming the door in his face. His arrogant and confident attitude makes me fall into his net. I know it, and he knows it, as he smiles cheekily at me. He thinks they have laundry for me or maybe all the money is for me.He has no fucking idea who he's talking to."I have come to seek your services, of course." "The calm with which you say it impresses me." He leans against the wall and looks at me.His breath hits my nostrils; I can see the scent of whiskey right away.For the first time I feel self”conscious. It's like their eyes can see right through me.His damn calm bothers me. It is not exactly a question of asking me the time. If I have learned something over the years, it is that asking for
I hear the door click as it closes.Never in my life had my heart beat so fast.Devils! It's like being a fucking virgin again.Not even in my years of unintentional celibacy was I so expectant.My palms suddenly turned cold and my breathing disappeared for a few seconds.What's happening to me?“Take off your dress. He looks me in the eye.Although it is an order and I am used to being given them in the room and I following them, I don't know why I stare at him without doing anything.He has to assume that I am prepared to comply with what he says, but I can't even move.I cannot classify myself as shy, as I have done things that people in their forties cannot imagine doing, from sex tied up and with toys to shit with threesomes and orgies.I am not a saint nor am I interested in being one.The sins that I have committed have led me to be who I am regardless of who I lost along the way and the opport
16 years agoMy mother is arguing with Daniel again. I hear their screams throughout the house. I see my little brother in his crib; It hurts me that he hears those swear words. I go up to him and carry him for a while."Everything will be fine," I tell her, even though I'm scared. Mom never screams so much when she's arguing with Daniel.That scares me, but he told me to stay in the room watching over Joshua."Take care of your brother," she said before closing the bedroom door.We live in a two”level house. Sometimes I think it will collapse at any moment, maybe even while we sleep. The ladder creaks and the steps are no longer colored. We have lived here forever.Joshua starts crying and I try to calm him down. I'm not as good as Mom, but it doesn't turn out that bad either."Shhhh, it's just a few more minutes." Hang on
I try to focus on what I do in my day to day since my devil gave me the best orgasm of my life and then he slammed the door in my face. He left a thousand dollars on the bed. I feel, even days later, more used than normal. Knowing me how I do it, doing what I do, I have never been paid to have an orgasm.Just thinking about it and remembering that exact moment my legs fail me.I guess the preamble increased my frenzy and my enjoyment. Looking at him and not knowing his name, his body, the way he looked at me, as if he could taste me without touching me… Those actions made me feel stronger.I know.I think so."Miss," the woman behind the desk calls me, "you follow."I don't know why I decided to come to this interview. I don't feel like employing myself or relying on a nine”hour schedule, but I need to distract myself and get that dark”haired, hazel”eyed man off me. It bothers me to give importance to those who do no
7 years ago"Thea, come home." My little brother's voice scares me. A co”worker had passed the call to me.It's barely 3:15 p.m. My shift ends at 11:00 p.m.Joshua hasn't been feeling well lately. The headaches have increased and the fatigue has increased. He had to stop going to school a week ago."I'm coming out, Josh." I hang up and take off my apron.I don't mind losing a job for leaving before the appointed time. I don't care when it comes to my brother."Thea, where are you going?" "It's the manager of the bar."I turn around and say softly:"My brother is sick again." Sorry, Matt, I have to go."Let me know if you are coming tomorrow." If you don't, I must cover your shift.I nod and go.The bus ride was chaos. People getting off at each stop and I desperate for
Damn the day I decided to forget about my devil looking for a job at this stupid company.I feel like I'm going to throw up. Something in him, in his face, in the way he looked at me, made me think I knew him from something. The truth is that I had not seen it, not years ago and not for any type of business. However, he, Dominic Dosther, did see me. Now he does it as a murderer evaluates his prey."If you'll excuse me, I will end this interview." I squeeze the handle of the briefcase and hurry out of the office.I can't remember the last time I felt so embarrassed. I've never been used to asking anyone for help, maybe before my mother died. However, after taking care of Joshua, I tried never to need anyone.Only then, when I had no money to save him and my savings and salary had gone to drugs, was that when I looked for Morton Craig for the only time."Miss Michaels," I hear them calling, but I don't turn. I can't see that conceited face again.
The problem with dreams is that when you wake up you don't know if everything was the product of your imagination or if things really happened like that.I wake up sweaty with Santiago on me. He looks at me like he thinks I'm going to break into a thousand pieces at any moment.The room is dark, I can barely make out my devil, the one who has been with me these last days chaotic and destructive to my nervous system.Santiago watches me, concerned. This is not the first time I have woken him up in the middle of the night from my nightmares.Cristopher is loose out there.Maybe it hurts and hurts innocent people, like I once was and Sophie is now."Another nightmare?" His voice envelops me and soothes me at the same time.That's how it was ever since he appeared in my life.Santiago Dominelli is the personification of my deepest and most carnal desires."Another nightmare," I agree.I hate feeling helpless in front
She is going to pay for what she did to her son. They will all pay because of him.Everyone will be involved in his revenge.If not for the blonde fainting, I would have enjoyed it much more. One by one they will fall.He will be your worst nightmare.Thea deserves no mercy. She did not have it when she decided to destroy the life of the one he loved.He thought of his son, his poor boy. He fell in love with the wrong woman, with a provocative harpy. Your child didn't know anything about love, but he did. He knows that sometimes it is difficult to maintain it. Sometimes desperate measures must be taken for love to triumph.Thea is like his late wife; he likes hard things, to be difficult and important.Luckily, he already has experience with that kind of bitch.She will be h
I wake up exhausted after sleeping for more than ten hours straight. The light from the window hits me right in the eyes. I blink uncomfortably at the clarity of the chamber. I am not usually a grumpy person in the morning, I usually wake up with spirits and with more joy than I have in the rest of the day. I like mornings. The amount of sun that it brings, if I consider that the Manhattan climate is quite cold, that I can rarely feel the heat, it is very good. I have come to appreciate it when I feel it through the window. My vision begins to get used to the room I am in. Dawn alone knowing that Santiago is in the next room has been the hardest thing she has had to do in recent days. The desire I feel for him is becoming more unbearable with each passing second.I was so exhausted last night that I didn't even stop by for dinner. I apologized to Santiago and Mateo for the lack of consideration, as they invited me to their home. It is true that it was not a common invitation,
We arrived at the castle after being in the air for over an hour. Apparently, we went over the expected time, according to Santiago, due to an unfavorable climate. The house is a real castle: a medieval”style mansion in the middle of nowhere. Hectares and more hectares of land surround the property. Green rules the grass. A car awaits us when we get off the jet."How did Matti get Sophie?" —I question to him when calculating the distance in which we are with the one of where we live."I imagine on his jet, just like me." I roll my shoulders, indifferent.“Obvious. They both have toy airplanes to travel when they do not want to take traffic."They're not toy planes, they're Cessna 510 Citation Mustangs.""Wow, you left me the same," I sneer."Women," he murmurs.He walks away and opens the car door for me to enter.“Thanks.I avoid everything I can to break the bubble of tranquility i
My mind freezes upon hearing those words and a migraine settles in my brain. I don't know what to answer or what the hell to do. Was he watching me? Like a fucking stalker? Like Ryan?Ryan ...What if all this time I've blamed the wrong person?It was always there right under my nose.Ryan doesn't exist, at least not in this part of my life."You're screwed, Thea!" He exclaims as he approaches me. Do you really think I'm the one behind all this shit? Do you think I'm the one who did that to Sophie?“Me…"You nothing." You didn't have to say it. Oh my God! Looks like your eyes are going to pop out of the damn accounts!“Santiago…"Do you think I'm capable of shit like that?" "Looks like he's gone mad." So fucked up do you think I am? I can have you when I damn well want to. I don't need to violate your apartment ... You invited me in! Didn't you think that?Shit, I screwed up everything.
I pack everything I need. I put on a pair of jeans and a black, patterned T-shirt. My hair in a ponytail and knee-length boots. I unhook a black coat and throw it over myself. I feel like I'm going to war, a mystery and the unknown. I grab the tote bag that weighs a ton and walk out of the room.Santiago is still standing by my door.“Ready? He asks me since he saw me leave."As much as I could."“Well. He starts walking toward the exit door. The driver is waiting for us."May I know where we are going?" “I follow it. She stops, takes my handbag from me, and hooks it on her. Thanks."Let's go where you'll be safe." Do you trust me?Looked at him. I don't know what the hell to answer.A large part of me trusts him, but there are so many things that we do not know about each other, things that if I told him at least from me, he would not look at me with that desire that his eyes profess so much.No. Ultim
"What did you say, Thea?" "It gets closer."His closeness is painful to me, annoys me and irritates me greatly."I didn't say anything." Have you not heard that stupid things are always said in times of crisis?“Not really. It is like saying that drunkards say things because they are drunk and, even worse, just accept them. He gets up, grabs my arm, and drags me with him. What you say in a moment of crisis is because you really feel it, only that your emotions are under control and now you let them out ...“Shut up. I walk away from him and go back to Sophie's apartment. He always has something to refute, it's like he never loses.“I am listening to you.“Cool. I don't speak behind anyone's back."Gossiping isn't polite either.""Maybe I'm not as polite as you thought, Santiago." I'm still the same prostitute you fucked."Don't go around there." His tone makes me sad. Y
Santiago stops me before I can get inside. Matti, meanwhile, goes by like a bullet and enters the apartment.“But what's wrong with you? "He takes his hands off me.""Let Mateo check," he replies without flinching."Check what?" Do you think he's still here? With the time we've wasted arguing out here?"You don't know what he might be capable of."I laugh at the stupidity and incongruity of his words."You think I don't know what he's capable of ?! "I'm out of my mind." Do you think I don't know? Who is completely insane?"Then you do know who it is." You just painted me a damn story this morning, Thea.I ignore it. I won't keep wasting time while Sophie is going through an ordeal because of me.I send myself to the room and I don't stop to listen to Santiago's curses.I stop at the bedroom door. The lights are still off, but I can see her.It looks awful.It bothers me, it hurts
I look at my building from inside the car. I don't feel the blood rushing through my veins and my pulse is racing. I'm scared to death. I know it's stupid to come here alone without notifying the police or anyone."Without giving the information to Santiago so that he knows that I am here, so that he can be pending in case of ... die."I am not at all sure of my actions.My hands are cold and stiff.My soul aches to think of what that psychopath could have done to Sophie.I can't keep counting on Santiago or Cristopher, things are the way they are. And so they must stay.I'm alone. I have always been alone, and I will stay that way. I am destined for that.It's the same feeling I had when Joshua died. I'm alone. I can't count on anyone, since no one is or will be there for me. I've lost contact with Charlene and Maxwell for years. I quit my job at the bar and moved from the place where I lived for so many years with Joshua. I wanted a