FORTY-SEVEN

Kamilla Lopez

Morgana opens the bedroom door and gives me the passage to enter, my eyes wander around the room sweeping and recording every inch, it was the new room, mine and Nick's. When going through the door Morgana guided me to the bed that was on the other side of the room, showed me the closet where my supposed clothes and Nick's were already there, took me to the bathroom where there was a huge smoked glass shower and a double sink of marble and a huge mirror that showed us perfectly, there was a small chandelier in the center of the room where there was a long table with only two chairs, beside two armchairs and a cellar full of drinks.

— This will be your new room, ma'am, I've separated an outfit that Mr. Ross asked for.

I follow her steps with my eyes watching her leave the room, my eyes are heavy and flooded with tears, now I'm alone, in an empty room filled with luxury the way he likes it. I'm scared and upset, I can't leave, Nick will never let me go, he's obsessed and won't accept the end of our relationship, he treats me like an object, seeing me as just another one of his possessions thinking he can rule and hold me by your side.

I'm afraid of what he might do to Bianca and Dona Carolina, he threatened me by involving them in the middle, I feel he's not bluffing, my fear grows every minute that I'm here, on his property, I regret having met him, having allowed me to be yours, to lie in your bed, to be your girlfriend, the only thing I don't regret is taking care of Erick. I should have denounced Nick Ross when I had the chance, it was too easy for a man as dangerous to let me go as he was that night, I should have known better, but I was foolish.

I wonder how he found out about the pregnancy, I don't understand how he knows, maybe I'm not aware of all the power that his position as a criminal has, maybe he knows that I felt sick and went to the hospital, contacted the doctor who he answered me and told him about the pregnancy, no.... I remember him telling me that he watched me inside and outside my house, maybe he put cameras when no one was there. At that moment my mind hammers with confusion, I'm lost, I'm being held in false imprisonment, my freedom has been interrupted, Nick now keeps me in his life without me being able to do anything.

Hours pass, and I'm huddled in an armchair, crying and trying to control the fear that Nick awakens in me, he always scared me with his threatening gestures and words, but now, knowing that he leads the criminal underworld makes me even more terrified, I got myself into this and now two people are trapped somewhere under your rule, good heavens.... What can I do? To escape? He's crazy, he's definitely going to come after me and force me to stay by his side, or he could hurt the one I love so much.

Morgana came many times to bring me my meal, but I didn't want to eat, I was too distressed to feel hungry, the three times she came, I was in the same place, with a vacant and sad look. The last time she was here it was 6 pm, I got up from the armchair and decided to get rid of those clothes, they were too tight on me. I approached the huge bed and faced the white satin nightgown, I took the fabric in my hands and without any choice I went to the bathroom, got rid of the clothes and entered the shower, after taking a shower and throwing the clothes in the basket I went back to the bedroom, at that moment I hear the door open, I see him enter the room transmitting danger and power, when he locks the wood his eyes fell on mine, they were dark and serious causing me an immense fear.

Nick so beautiful and so perfect, he scares me and causes me a strange thing inside, no matter what happened to me, I still love him, I'm in love with him, if I hadn't found out about his double life we would still be together, would continue being deceived. His eyes travel down my body, he contemplates me and sighs happily when he sees me there, in his room, dressed in the nightgown he chose. We stared at each other for endless minutes, in an uphill battle of excitement and danger that he exudes and conveys.

— Good night, Kamilla.

— Goodnight!

— How are you feeling in your new home? He asked mockingly.

— Like a prisoner, Ross.

He smiled humorlessly, takes a step forward revealing that he was going to approach, in a state of fear I retreat back, my movements are studied by him and I see that he didn't like it at all, his expression became terribly serious and scary, I remained motionless and let him approach. Standing inches from me, his eyes pass over my body, I realize he's excited, his penis is hard inside his pants.

— It's a beautiful sight that I'll get used to, you, in my room, dressed in the nightgown of my choice waiting for me, for its owner.

— You don't own me.

In a state of fury he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his body, I widen my eyes in fright, my eyes flood with tears and slide on my face, Nick takes his available hand to my cheeks and wipes away the tears.

— Tears don't move me baby, I said I don't like to be contradicted by anyone, even more so by a woman.

— I— I'm sorry.

— Are you afraid, my angel? — he asks and ironically smile. — I'm glad you are, maybe that way you'll understand who you're dealing with.—

He leans his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath as his eyes close and enjoy the moment. His hand lets go of my arm and goes to my waist, trapping me there in the middle.

— You are so mine, Kamilla, you left me spellbound by your charisma, by your beauty, by everything you have. I want you so much, girl.

Nick takes my lips urgently without me being able to protest, he squeezes me in his arms while his tongue invades and wanders through my mouth, little by little, I get involved in his seductive and dark act that leaves me scared and excited, yes, I love him and even if I still do, I don't want to be with him, I don't want to be with someone who hurts people, who runs illegal businesses. I try to push him away, to undo that grip, but in protest he bites my lips as a warning for me not to fight back.

— I brought you to this house it wasn't to be a pretty decoration, you are mine, your body and your soul belong to me, I know you love me, I know you are crazy about me, that you want me and want me so much How I want you.

He speaks those words in my ear, my body shivers and I stop fighting, I know it wouldn't do any good to go against him at that point, I don't want him to hurt me, after all I'm pregnant, and I don't want anything to happen to my baby.

— Make no mistake that I love you.

— Liar, you're so in love that at least you can control your body, you're like me Kamilla, we could be Kings of the Underworld, I'll prove to you that you're just like me, the first step has already been taken, you killed someone.

Pushing is altered to phallus:

— I didn't kill anyone!— It was you who shot!

— If you're wrong, my little doll, the gun was in your hands and even whoever I shot your body wanted it, but your straight mind reproached you, I'll mold you, you'll see that I'm right.

— Don't try to make me a monster like you!

Nick grabs my arm and pulls our bodies together.

— Even if I wanted, you would never arrive at the atrocities that I already committed, I don't want you a monster, I want you better than you already are, I want you as a woman who wants to be by my side.

— The problem is, I don't want to, you're making me do it.

— It will be the last time I'm going to warn you, I don't do well with being contradicted, the old woman and friend are in prison.

— No, Nick.....— I cry again.

— Shh! Their life is in your hands, do you want their deaths? You want?

— No, I don't want that.

— Very well my angel, you already know what I expect from you, obedience, submission, I want you so much my angel.

With those words Nick returned to take my lips while my tears come down and participate in the kiss, my body shivers and waits for the next step. I can't do anything at the moment, what I have left is to come up with a plan to help the two people important to me and escape, but how will I do that?