The night has fallen, its poisonous perversity injected into my battered soul, again. There was no subtlety, there was no compassion. My prayers were extinguished with the violence of his lips moving fiercely. The same appropriate chapter of evil, the same story in which I was used and thrown away after the act.No one can get used to mistreatment like that, and I have no choice but to resign myself to his brutality.Repulsion catches me every time his hands touch me and takes over my body. And I look at him there, indifferent, so contemptuous that I think he is from another world. He has no heart. Aleksander zips up his pants, then finishes buttoning his white shirt. I follow each of his movements curled up in a ball on the bed.The intensity of its grayish greens preserves the lasciviousness, that malicious shine that I generate in it."As always, it has been a pleasure to own you, Miss Luna Miller," he comments mockingly.If I could just get up and give him what he deserves, but he
POV. Alexander"Stay tuned, Elmo loves to play dirty," I speak through the communicator.“Yes sir.These summer days are humid and rainfall is recurring. I find myself in the car, waiting for the Italian. I'm supposed to be there already, waiting makes me in a bad mood. Patience is not my strong suit. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, counting every second.Just when I'm about to believe that this unfortunate man has deceived me, a black sports car appears. From this the Suited man gets out, behind comes a truck from which four armed men get out. No wonder he came safely. I abandon the convertible, standing next to the door."Mr. Ferreti," he greeted dismissively."Mr. Konstantinov, the last time we met, you were just a piccolo," he comments, slipping a hypocritical smile."I also remembered him when he was younger, but the years don't pass in vain," I point out.Who does this damn decrepit old man think he is?Shit! How can Amber sleep with a guy like that?“Let's get to the p
Those huge blue eyes look like those of a tigress on the prowl. She wears skimpy provocative clothing. There is no trace of the girl she once was."Why did you want to see me, Aleksander?" “He questions, it is undeniable that my presence bothers him.“Sara, I'll pay you for sex tonight. “Three times what you ask for it,” I say bluntly.He opens his eyes in surprise.“Are you that desperate?“No, but I want some action tonight. Don't act important, you're just anyone. Do you accept or leave the money? “I repeat, she looks at me offended."I'll only accept because I need the money," he says, rolling his eyes. I can't help but notice the earrings she wears. I'm sure I've seen them elsewhere. However, it may just be a coincidence. You're going to stay there? Come on."Wait," I wrap my arms around his arm tightly, looking at the grip clearly confused. The earrings, who gave them to you?“It was a gift and that's it, it's none of your business “he pouts”. Now could you let me go?“No, tell
I'm in the room, combing my hair. The routine bores me, and I don't find much to do here. The last few days Aleksander has been conspicuous by his absence, it is likely that he is in my country, that alerts me. Konstantinov is shown as a prestigious executive, upright, perfectionist and demanding, but his employees do not know that he is a real murderer, I do not blame them for being unbelievers, who would believe that a gangster could look so good in a suit and tie? Verónika told me about it, even angry about what happened with her partner, she told me about Aleksander's two sides; I have heard of deaths these days, it is not a surprise, it is the most common thing that happens in a world like this. Dimitri, Amber and a couple of men murdered by the Ferreti mafia. That last name sounds familiar, I remember hearing it before or it is common and so I have immediately associated it with someone I may have seen.I'm braiding my hair, I need to put the plan in motion, maybe I can make it
Then he throws himself next to me, breathing hard just like me.“If you want to get me to change my mind, forget about it. I'm not stupid.“Why would I try? Whether I allow you or not, you make me yours anyway “ I defend myself, I won't show him that I'm up to something.Moron.The only goal I pursue is for him to have compassion for me, and if I don't achieve it, at least I will have the satisfaction of not having stood idly by.He looks at me long and hard, his scrutinizing orbs trying to make me nervous. I try to cover myself with the sheet within my reach, he stops me in the act, overwhelmed I stare at him.“Don't do it, it's an order”he takes a towel nearby and throws it at me, with his chin and gaze he points to my breasts.“I'll take a bath”again trying to get up, the wolf prevents me."You will do it when I ask you, stay still, Luna," he demands.I don't know why he insists on keeping me in bed, he doesn't even allow me to cover myself. Those grayish greens do not leave my bod
Verónika appears with a pale pink coat, brown leather boots, two more pieces of clothing that when she hands me over I can see that it is a wool shirt and jeans. There is also a scarf and gloves for the cold. When she connects with me, a smile of hers crosses her lips, I match it with the same sincerity that she transmits the gesture that she has dedicated to me. Something so common that people do such as going out, walking and walking around the world, in my circumstances, as well as an incentive for living evil, which is a miracle from heaven.I can't believe it, surely neither can she."Let me comb your hair, will you?" “She offers herself. Like a little girl, I nod excitedly. Then she go get dressed, Luna.“Thank you so much.I go into the bathroom and put everything on, looking at myself dressed like this makes me remember moments of my life in the past. I feel like I'm recovering a part that I thought was lost. I return to the room, the admiration of the Russian woman makes me a
"Yes, it is, Aleksander," I admit.I do not move away from the haze that he causes so soon and deep in me. I don't even understand why it is generated, it's annoying, I feel sick and crazy looking at it like this.After a while I get hungry, I prefer not to tell him, his mood is so indecipherable and unstable that I am afraid to ask if we are going to eat or not.It is he, I suppose hungry too, who brings up the matter.We ended up going to an Italian restaurant, one of the most famous in the city. It is a very large Italian restaurant, with a terrace, beautiful decoration, where you can still have lunch, dinner or just have a drink. Italian cuisine is delicious. I don't resist. The food is typical of a pizzeria (pastas, pizzas), however they also have more refined dishes or with some elegant touches, for example a Spanish gazpacho, which we obviously tried.The waiter who served us not only brought that, our order consisted of: pasta, gazpachos, lasagna, meat with cheese and potatoes
Knock knock... Knock knock...I open my eyes, who is knocking at the door? Nobody does it, anyone comes and goes as they please without asking permission. So it's strange to hear that tapping.I blink, yawn, and stretch my limbs. How much have I slept? Sure hours.I get up, I can't even look out the window and find out if it's nightfall or if morning has already arrived. I have it strictly prohibited.“Luna, are you there? “She says, still sleepy, I try to find the owner of that voice.How could I open? The door is secured. Plus I'm only wearing a nightgown.“Dominic?“Exactly, good morning, Aleksander says that you should come down for breakfast “he informs, I cannot measure the degree of perplexity.It just doesn't occur to me that they are inviting me to eat with them. But I remember that Dominic is there, so he will keep up the charade, all to make him believe that I am a friend, not the captive that he takes advantage of whenever he wants.That is to say that the young man is not