FORTY-FOUR

Kamilla Lopez

I move my body on the bed with an uncomfortable mattress, I stretch and open my eyes, sun rays penetrate my eyes causing agitation, I closed them again and opened them more lucid. I observe the room, it wasn't mine, this one was more spacious, cold and macabre. I sit up in bed, look down at my body, just an oversized nightgown.

With the memories of what happened still distorted I get up from the bed, every step I take I feel a strong pang in my head, I approach an empty dresser and take a hand to my head, I was still inert with .... What happened. Bianca, those men, Nick. Those men on the beach, Nick showing up and.... .and erasing me, my God! Did I die?

I approach a mirror, open my eyes and mouth wide, no I was feeling the touch on my skin, I'm not dead. I was confused with my thoughts, I couldn't think straight, why was Nick on that beach? Was he just passing by and saw it? No.... That's too much of a coincidence, the times I've been in danger he's appeared, and it's Superman saving the maiden, that's too weird.

Nick is a mobster, I shouldn't trust these coincidences, he's probably watching me to make sure I don't tell the police, maybe he took my threat to hear the last time I saw him, so he has.... has kidnapped me, and now he wants to kill me, dear God!

I hear a noise at the door, with fear and fear I take a step back, it was him. Nick enters the room dressed in an impeccable black suit, when he locks the door he moves around the room, he was serious, with a cold dangerous look, his blue eyes stare at me, go down my body and become voracious and intense. My legs lock when I see him take steps towards me.

— What did you do? Why am I here? — I ask, scared.

— I see you woke up in a very good mood, I apologize for the way I surprised you with the cloth and the strong smell.

— You erased me, Nick!— This could harm the....

I quickly stop talking, he doesn't know I'm pregnant, I haven't told him about the pregnancy, he sits on the edge of the bed and smiles at me.

— The baby you're expecting?— Don't worry, the substance I used to erase you won't do any harm.

— Do you know about the pregnancy?

— But of course, I always know everything, doll.

— Don't call me a doll.

— Little doll. — he repeated.

— Don't be intimate with me, we're done, remember?

— You didn't finish anything Kamilla, I'm the one who decides around here.

— Why am I here, Nick? — I ask again.

Nick gets up from the bed and approaches a window, he was looking and admiring the view outside, I for my time was stopped and scared because he didn't tell me what I'm doing here.

— When we fought that night, I let you go, so I wouldn't have the trouble of keeping you trapped, I wanted you to come back to me yourself.

— Did you really think I'd come back to you?

— I gave you an option.

— You didn't give me any option, I gave myself the option to choose, don't be fooled into thinking you have power over me.

— But of course I do, your mind is incapable of processing that truth.

— This truth is only in your head, I am my own person, don't be fooled by lies!

Nick glares at me intimidatingly, he backs away from the window and starts walking towards me slowly.

— From the moment I laid eyes on you, I called you mine, I swore you would be and look where we are, you're mine and the only difference from before is you're not leaving.

— You can't do that.

— But of course I can, I already have.

— I want to go, Nick.

— You're not going anywhere without my permission, don't forget who I am.

Tears of desperation run down my face, he stops inches from me and stares at me without any reaction.

— Where is Bianca?

— In a safe place.

— What did you do with her?— I want to see her.

— You don't have the right to ask for anything, doll.

— Let me go, Nick, you can't do this to me.

— Like I said, I already did. I plotted your life for months to be mine, I put that job on the internet exclusively for you, I planned everything.

— You are a sick....

— I'm sick for you, you bewitched me with your beauty, with your purity and goodness. I always watched you in and out of your house.

— Let me go, understand at once that we don't work out!

— You are not going!

He advanced towards me and scared I tried to move away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his body, he immobilized me and angrily said:

— You will not leave my life, you belong to me now.

— Nick....

— Shh, Baby Doll! I'm still being very cordial to you, if you try to fight or want to act smart I'll finish you and your friend and the old woman. Do you understand me?

— You wouldn't dare!

— Do you think not?— Want proof?

— Do not do it, please. — I beg through tears.

— Their lives are in your hands, be careful little doll, don't challenge me.

He released me from his possession when the door received a knock, then he ordered me in, a middle-aged lady entered with a tray in hand with food and a pair of clean clothes, she approached the dresser, deposited it on it and then left without making a sound.

— Go to the bathroom, shower and then come back, I'll take you somewhere.

— Where?

— It is surprise.

Having nothing to do, I did as he asked, I went into the small room, did my business and got rid of that nightgown, I got into the shower and took a quick shower, then wrapped myself in a towel and went back to the bedroom. He is sitting in an armchair and with a glass of drink in hand, I approach the dresser and take the clean clothes, I turn to the bathroom to wear them there, but I hear his authoritative voice.

— Live yourself right here.

— I prefer the bathroom.

— Do as I say!

I threw the pieces on the bed and let go of the towel that fell at my feet, I looked at him angrily, he stared at my body with eyes full of lust and lust, he contemplated my breasts and even my belly, where he was focused more subtly, he carried a son of his and of that he showed complete pride.

When I lifted the underwear to wear it, he put the glass of drink on the floor and got up from the armchair, came towards me and took the piece from my hands.

— I dress you.

Then Nick bowed in front of me and made me lift my foot to put on the underwear, soon after the panties began to rise slowly, before they covered my vagina he approached and inhaled my scent, before I pulled him away I felt his icy tongue and wet touch my clit, a flutter coursed through my body, but I pulled away from him and watched him get up off the ground.

Again he approached me, without noticing I held my breath, he put his lips on my ear and said:

— When you're with me, you won't need panties.

Nick with all his strength ripped the intimate piece from my legs, tearing the fabric, I was scared by his attitude and wanted to move away, but he wouldn't let me. He looked directly at my breasts and cupped them with his hands, squeezing subtly and rocking. I slapped his hand, looked at him furiously and said:

— I don't want you to touch me.

— Watch your words, I can turn that around.

— Do not try.

Without further ado, Nick put his lips on mine and kissed me, I try to push him, kick me, but he insists, and I end up giving in, his hands go down my back and I gasp, my intimacy lubricates and longs for his possession. But instead, he pulled away from my lips and stared at me with a cynical smile on his lips.

— Like I said, I can reverse that.

— I hate you.

— Get dressed and eat, I still want to take you somewhere.

— Aren't you going to tell me where?

— No, now do as I say.

I took the piece and put it on my body, it was a white cotton dress, when I got dressed I approached the tray and took a glass of juice and ate toast, Nick continued to look at me and contemplate me, after eating we left that room.