Chapter 55
Duys have ponchy. Perhaps month.
I’ve now completely lost my sense of time ever since I’ve been brought into this hell. I wish I knew what’s happening in the matside world at least. Thaarn’t got any muse new sance Mamelo showed me the signed documents that say that he’s now the owner of Whitlock entp.
Ton’t believe that tvan signed those.
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Their bú’t enough tears to cry out my regrets. What at the police has already attested tran? Certainly they’d take Valentinton, Who’d look after line Men? Have they lost the mansion as well? chood. I don’t evencare about my own fut
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Mtamuele comes in and he doesn’t look pleased. I find myself feeling quite happy about this. Why should be the only one suffering? And if he’s angry, then in teams that something good mini have happened.
He strides toward me and i notice a late hidden in his pants. My ila
My throat dries out and I wonder why he’s amed, Manuelo fusnever carried a weapon in front of me
“With just one arm, be manages to diag me up to my feet. I’ve lost so much weight lately that I’ve become considerably lighter. That’s why Manuel on trouble manhundling and humiliating further every day. Thiss at the pain caused by his deathly build on my arm.
eone’s in a bad mood. “I find the strength to mock him anyway. “What’s up, Manelo Have the tables tumed already?”
He slaps me hand across the face and pulls my hair so Hook him straight in the eyes again:
thate him. Thưor him so much that i could literally snatch the heart out of his chest and eat it. God, I want to see him in pain. I want him to have a taste of his man
“Don Lact statt.” He shared. “You’ll soon know what’s up and you’d realize that there’s no reason for you to be so happy about it.”
Isack, Iriguing to be bothered!
that’s not the case. In fact, have a really bad feeling about this situation.
The door to the slaughterhouse opens again. Hector comes in holding a camera thaven’t seen himever since the time he brought me here. I’m disappointed to find.
Manuelo orders
Hector obeys immediately. I see the red dot flashing on the camera, ashe makes sure to capture my face, I know I must adomquite a contused expression but Rector is pale and sweaty. He almost looks sick with andety.
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Manuelo tu me around and bends me over the slaughter table 1 start to hyperventilate, thinking that he wants to rape me again. 1 pany stand another assault like that.
Manurio holds an lead down on the harsh table. Then, he places ray hand over the table, right next to my face
“İsweet Clion your balicuff if you dare to rape me again!” I shout and ery.
Hott of keeping me down. Hector stands in front of us, still secondar
- de. “He grans “And so, you’ll pay ilar price!”
The dude. He gave me take the shares of Witlock comp have not beetcastened to my m 11’s been a week and I can’t reach him anymore.
bai brandlidn’t give up Hir company? I can’t hulp bui sandle in pride. That’s the man know. He wouldn’t have backed out so
Guess what? There’s nothing to be happy about van just sacrificed you. He dise money over you and now, I’m finally going to Liner the day we lamela you here. Hedor, make war to get this tight on tape
Mainels taken läs knife sw. The blood he was my in my veins. is he going to cut my throat like the pigs that were lain over this table before me?
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He puts the knife over my little finger. My breathing gets caught in my throat.
“Are you scared, birdie?”
I don’t say anything but it’s not like I really need to. My heart is beating so fast that Manuelo can definitely feel and hear it through my chest.
“Yeah…I can taste your tear.” He laughs. “But you know I’m not as heartless as you think. I’ll spare your fingers if and only if you start putting your faith on me…. There is no more Ivan for you. Come to my side and you’ll be forgiven. You and I can build a revenge plot against him, make him pay for abandoning you ”
His breath fan over my face as he speaks. I close my eyes, a single tear running down the side of my face.
If you look into that camera and profess that you’ll depend on me from now on Catalina, I will spare you. What do you say?”
For a split second, I actually think about giving up and agreeing to this humiliating offer from Manuelo. The knife over my little tinger is starting to cut through my skin and it hurts a lot. I don’t want to be tortured but then…
I was never bom to be intimidated by anyone. I fought all my life to preserve my dignity. Will I let someone as insignificant as Manuelo take it from me? Never. I’d rather die than break under his pressure.
“I’m never going to be yours.” I say with my eyes still closed. “You can do whatever you want with me but I’ll always choose Ivanover you.
silence.
All I hear is out combined breathing sound as we wait for the inevitable. The cross around my neck feels like a gentle hog, comforting me in this tough time. “You made your choice.” Manuelo speak in a low, cold voice
The next second, his knife is slicing my little finger off. Let out an ear–piercing scream at the sharp pain. My eyes fly open to a vision of horror. Blood is seeping from my wound, dirtying the table and my finger is completely detached from my hand
Manuelo lets go of me and I puke my guts out over the table. Hector keeps filming all of this with a disturbed expression on his face. The pain. The pain is too much. Lteel myself getting light headed.
“And it’s not over!” Manuelo Laughs hysterically. “I’ll cut them all off, Catalina! Let’s see if your precious tvan will come to save you anytime soon.”
And just as he speaks those words, something happens. A loud noise coming from somewhere outside. It’s like an explosion. Manuelo opens wide eyes and so does
Hector
“What was that?” He asks.
“…I don’t know” Hector responds.
“Then go investigate, you fucking moron!”
Hector hesitates. Another explosion rises, followed by men screaming and the sound of gunshots: Hector has no choice but to leave the room and go check what’s happening outside.
I exchange one look with Manuelo. Though the pain is still making me convulse and despite my dizziness, I have the strength to hold his gaze and show him that I’m still not afraid. In fact, he’s the one who seems terrified now.
Maybe Ivan didn’t sacrifice me, after all.
