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Julian

I could still remember the shocks, the endless, unbearable pain that made me pass out and feel it until the next remission. It was agonizing and horrible, I didn't know what I had done to deserve it, many times I found myself condemning myself and finding myself guilty of the act for which I was unfairly accused.

I never said I didn't. I didn't want to be a fool and believe that anyone would consider what I said. A murderous and rapist maniac.

They spit in my face how I had killed my whole family and raped several girls, there was so much psychological and physical pressure that I started to believe that I had really done all that.

There were times when I questioned my own mental health, that place did that to me, it was hell living there. Until one time I fell asleep to the pain, I didn't feel it anymore, during the tortures and shock treatments, I just didn't feel it anymore, I just stared at nothing and then I woke up just feeling numb.

For years I began to observe the vacillations that occurred in security, they never took into account that one of us could escape, they even underestimated the capacity of a mental patient to think.

But I wasn't one.

I knew that the gates closed at midnight, and that there was only one guard who slept the entire shift. The nurse who took my medicine always cursed me, humiliated me. On the night of my escape I provoked him:

"Thanks." I spoke after he handed me a medicine, which I never took. It was the first time I had spoken to them.

"So you speak?" he said in a sarcastic tone.

"But of course, I'm not mute." I snapped.

"Yes, he's not mute but he's a rapist and mentally ill murderer!" He exclaimed as he always did. I just smirked, which pissed him off.

"What are you laughing at?!" he asked.

"From you." I spoke.

"Am I some clown?" He roared coming at me, I dodged the touch.

"Yes, you try to pretend to be a nurse, but you're such a piece of shit! You think they won't find out that you take advantage of some patients? The younger ones? Who are you to talk about rape? " I teased smiling.

"You son of a bitch!" He came at me and punched me. "Right now I can take you to torture. Do you want it? You bastard!" Gave me two more punches, that's what I needed to explode with rage.

I went on top of him and threw several punches, a movie started to play in my mind. Everything he had done to me, the times I saw him take advantage of younger patients, the aggressive name-calling and mistreatment.

It only comes out when I've left it limp on the ground, maybe dead. I didn't care at all, I was crazy, yes, I was crazy.

I took off the shitty clothes and got dressed, I pretended to be a nurse, I walked without suspecting anyone, everyone was in their places. I went to the room where they had the documents, I knocked out the woman who was there watching. I destroyed everything they had on me, reports, documents and photos.

When he got to the guard, I caught him from behind and knocked him out too, took the keys and left, calm as if nothing had happened.

I went to one of my houses, there was an employee who took care of the house while I was away, not the one that was burned, another one that my family had. Cesar, he helped me with everything, contacting a private investigator and getting my money and everything back.

I bought a few more scattered houses so no one would find me and fancy cars, no one would ever find me, I would never go back to that place.

It was a calm three months, three months in which I enjoyed my life, traveled to different places and had fun with women of all kinds. Until they publicized my escape, for the time being it was fine, but they found a picture of me, I don't know how they found that picture, I had destroyed everything, everything.

I was willing to leave the country, maybe live in Brazil, so that they would forget me and never find me, but it would be impossible with my photo plastered in all the newspapers, the only way out was to find myself in one of my houses in the forest In Canada.

But on a certain day, I was returning from a meeting with some of my partners who believed in me, after I left and told them everything, people who also already knew about the fame of the Barierre family.

Driving home at high speed, I passed through a puddle of muddy water, emptying it all over a girl who was waiting for a bus at the stop, I had heard it was bus strike day, she would be waiting like a fool.

In the distance I heard her swear, she was obviously very angry, maybe it was on purpose. I smiled, finding the situation funny, but I felt remorse again. I saw in the rearview mirror that she started to walk, but my car was almost out of sight.

My cell phone rang, it was Agnelo, the investigator, he said that later we would have another meeting, to deal with business between the two of us only.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I heard a light tapping sound on my car window. It was her, the foul-mouthed wench...

When I looked at her, that angel face, her skin white almost like snow, you could see her veins walking under the skin. Those lips reddened and just right, his eyes were like a spell, I couldn't look away. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was all dirty and wet, my heart squeezed with the scene, but her angry face was beautiful.

But then I tried to scold myself, she was a child, a girl, she was old enough to be my daughter, I felt dirty for having thoughts of what she would look like under those school clothes.

As soon as I left her at home, I couldn't stop thinking about the moment I had with her in the car, the way I teased her, I was really a scoundrel and I did it to tease her, I thought it was interesting . But the way she shivered when I touched her, the way she bit her lip and played with her hands nervously.

Fuck, I couldn't get her out of my mind. When later I went to return the cell phone and she invited me in, I fought myself not to give in, I wanted so much to hear her voice more, I could spend hours listening to her talk, she was so graceful that it hurt.

Later I couldn't resist, I drank and ended up teasing about five guys, I needed to fight, hit someone, relieve the anger I was feeling at having publicized my escape, was it not long enough that I had stayed in that hell?

The only thing that made me want to go there, answer the invitation made to me earlier. I couldn't help it and ended up there, in her bed, her taking care of me. A stranger who barely knew the name, didn't pressure me to know the truth, wasn't afraid of me. It was unique, simply.

How could I forget someone like that? She was different, unique. I never in my life could have imagined that someone like that existed, she was innocent and I couldn't take that away from her.

That's when I decided I wouldn't see her anymore. Incredibly, it hurt, it was bad, I wanted her, I wanted to kiss her one more time, her lips were magical and soft, she was so fragrant that I smelled her good just imagining her in my thoughts.

Hell was when I saw her kiss that little fucking boy, Barierre. Shit! She drove me crazy, I went crazy with rage, hate. It was very crazy, I didn't know her and I already had a feeling of ownership for her inside me, if I saw someone else touching her beautiful scented skin, I wanted to kill, I was furious.

But there was a whole dilemma, she was young, a beautiful girl with a bright future ahead of her, Harry was a boy his age, they had everything to be happy, but me? A man old enough to be her father, maniac on the run, framed for something I didn't do, what fate could I give her?

Screw this! I thought to myself. Eloise will be mine, now she will be mine and I will never let any man touch her again, or she will lose her hands.

She gave me her innocence, her purity. She left it to me, I was the only owner of her body, her soul and her heart, her kisses and her caresses, it was mine, she wanted me.

And I wanted her with all my might.

My beautiful and delicious girl. It only made my obsession with her grow. She is mine! I didn't care if it was cliché, Eloise was mine forever.

Lying with her head on my chest after we made love, her breathing was calm and sensitive, like her. I was dying to get inside her soft little body again, but she was hurt, I didn't want her to get hurt anymore, not for today.

"Is sleeping?" she asked in her soft voice.

"No. I'm just thinking." I replied by smoothing his red hair.

"I hope it's me…" She whispered and snuggled closer to me.

"There is nothing else I think about after I met you, my sweet." I spoke remembering the taste of her lips and her small and tasty pussy.

The naughty girl didn't answer, she just smiled and squeezed her thighs together, I knew what she wanted, but I couldn't hurt her. I was rock hard again, she saw it and started running her hand lightly.

"I don't want to hurt you..." I said warning her of the consequences.

"Hurt me Julian..." Fuck! Her asking like that, in that smooth naughty voice, was torture to bear.