Chapter 51
God, what happened to me?
I wake up crying and in pain. My entire body hurts but especially, it feels like my head is about to break in half. Topen my eyes but it’s still dark. It takes a while before Lealize that Trisblindfolded with a nasty piece of fabric.
remember what happened in the train and I can’t do anything other than cry in distress. Who were those men? Clearly, it wasn’t just rate that brought them inside my train. They were there for me.
Why did I think it would be a good idea to leave the mansion
I don’t have to search tar to know who landed me in this position Hector. He’s the only one who knew I would bemmving and he somehow told those men wh attacked me. But why? (think of single reason where he’d hunt me like thisunless. Maybe he’s been working against the Whitlock family all this time?
Try to stand on my feet but they are weak, wobbly and painted I haven’t figured out where Lam yet but fknow there is a lot of empty space around me. I’d say it’s a big, vacant tion that smells like death can tell that a lot of blood was spilled inhere. The leon scent is gripping mythmat and making me want to puke.
Nothing. There is not a single sind except that of my heavy bathing. I yell again, punching the wall behind me and hoping for a way out
And, as if en que, something happens. 1 stop screaming and listen carefully to a door being unlocked it sounds like it’s far away but maybe not. As soon as the door is opened, nwhiple people come inside the room. Tranfell thanks to the many Tootstes
“WHO ARE YOU?!” i vell.
They don’t say anything. I hear them getting closer and so, 1 pressing back against the wall and try to make myself as small as possible.
“Don’t you dare touch me?” 1 add. “My boyfriend is Ivan Whitlock and I’m sure he’s on his way to find me right now!”
There is a lood, booming Laughter. It sounds hysterical but of course, the person who brought me here can’t be anything other than completely insane
Your boynend, huh?” He says between two chuckles “You’re a funny one, aren’t you, Catalina?”
I shake like a leat, tortured by the cold in this room. Suddenly, another idea starts to brew in my mind. What if this person has been sent by ivan himself? Maybe he fold Hector to get nd of me because he couldn’t do it himself, Maybe Märtha was right when she said that Iwan is used to doing this to poor girls..
The strange, laughing man is now standing right in front of me. He yanks my blindfold off without a single care for my well–being, it takes a while before my eyes get used to the burning neon light inside the room.
Iralize that it’s some sort of slaughterhouse with dead pig cadavers hanging above us. 1 gag at their disgusting appearance and smell. Some of them have already started to rot. No wonder this place smells so awful.
count at least ten men standing around, including the three who attacked me in the train. Then, there’s this blonde guy who is right in front of me, wearing a perfectly talloned sont and smiling at me like an old friend. Tregnize him as the son of Manuela.
Now, everthing makes sense.
He’s the one who kidnapped me inorder to take revenge against Ivan for killing his father
Heus down so that our eyes are at the same level. Though he’s smiling, his eyes are colder than ice and deadly. I feel like a prey under his scrutiny. He tilts his bead to the side, never failing to notice the expressions on my face.
yeah. But do you know why you’re here, Catalina? I’m sure you do. Your to–called boghiend took my father’s life and got rid of his body in the woods wher wolves evuld feast on him. He thought I’d just sit back and let him get away with it but he was wrong. He should know that in this world, nothing goes unpunished
- moddenly starts nuunning his fingers throughuny hair, damp
up with sweat. Jte licks his lips.
“‘s too bad for you My men peered some formation and know you’re a good gut. You don’t belong in this mess. Itly you hadn’t allen in love with the
jule a life for another. I hear he’s your boyfriend, right? Then, Foust kill you to made him pay for my Lather’s murder.”
borather long and lund, trying to figure out a way out of this mess but not finding any
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gs land. He snaps his fingers and one of his men staits tronding me with a camera. The thash is almost blinding me and 1 squint my eyes,
my mouth. Thook straight at him, not bothering in hide my desire for ander.
Endate you’er at it, I want you to say loovou hot at asshole bran is, luu?”
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hat’s throndy way you can hope for a wayant of here, understood?!”
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disappointed. The chances for me to leave this slaughter house are slim but I’m going to die with my loyalty to Ivan still intact.
“Fuckyou!” 1 tell Mamielo before hiting down on lus thumb hand,
The inan yells in pain, his hand snatched away. I let out an evil smirk, enjoying to see his face turn a deep shade of red. Manuelo is furious. He turns to me with the land of nage I’ve only seen on animals before.
“You TUCKING bitch!”
He punches me across the face so hard that I’m sent against the floor. Blood fills my mouth and I spit it at the camera that is still recording. Manuelo forces me to a sitting position again by pulling at my hair.
*So you want to play this game, huh?” He yells.
Do your worse, jerk.”
Ivan is not worth it. You think he’ll be proud of you? Birch, he won’t even notice that you’re missing! There are so many other girls like you out there.”
My eyes are filled with rears. I don’t know it it’s because of Manuelo’s words or due to the pain in my jaw after his punch.
“I said: Do. Your Worse.” I repeat, “I’m not scared of you.”
Manuelo squints his eyes in cold rage.
“Fine…I don’t think you’re so deserving of my pity anyway, Catalina. I heard you’re the reason why Ivan killed my father… The old man always had a weak spot for sluts like you and apparently, Ivan doesn’t share…Well, let’s see who’s going to stop me now.”
With surprising strength, Manuelo pulls me to my feet. His men drag me to a table on the other end of the room despite my cries. M wood, soiled with dry blood and pig brains.
Manuelo bends me down on the
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell “Let me go NOW!”
Manuelo sneers. He slides my pants and underwear down. No matter how hard I fight, I just can’t get out of his strong hold, pinning me against the table. “Don’t do it!” I cry, heating him unzipping his own pants,
“Will you beg, Catalina?”
Beg? Beg to a coward like him? I hesitate for a second too long. Manuelo lets out an angry snarl before he thrusts in me, breaching the little bit of innocence I had
left.
