Chapter 4 Need To Go To College

• Carolina
• I had to hold my breath before the muscular body, the tattoos made in black paint covering each piece of white skin, nipples fastened by two small steel rings. The big and strong hands leaning against the wood of the door, felt each of the beats of my heart resounding against the ears admiring by the corner of my eye the jaw cracked without reaction as the needle cut the meat crossing the wire finishing a point, repeating the process seven more times. I followed the teachers' advice about keeping the expression neutral at all times, trying somehow not to show how affected I was by it. I almost screamed with joy when the doors were opened and after declaring that it was over, I was released, even if to wait outside. Breathing a little outside his orbit to clear my mind, I was ready to look for some way to escape, plotting crazy plans to leave this country.
• I should have imagined that I was falling straight into a precipice of trouble when I looked at the clock setting the exact time to leave the salon and go home to get ready, no sound could be heard from inside the office even though I was leaning against the next wall. I opened the wooden door without imagining the result with just a few drops of courage wishing to get to the hospital and think that everything had been just a dream, until I aimed at green eyes identical to his with longer hair and a slightly thinner chin. I realized at the same moment they were brothers despite the other appearing to be younger, the dirty smile that opened on his well-designed lips instantly ripped mine in return, not for the desire of flirting, but for the sense of calm that was needed.
• It was too fast to notice, I saw the red blood staining the table but before I could say anything a hot, slimy hand was wrapping my neck, when I looked up and found the fury inside the dark forest that became his irises I was unresponsive. The wood on my back pressing on my ribs stealing more of the breath, the persistent frantic beats, the puffs of air coming out of his nostrils, completely furious. And unlike a few years ago, I felt the need to provoke him, to respond.
• Incoherently this man manages to resurrect the teenager who wanted to know the world, from someone who wanted only affection, trapped between his arms and the wall I admire the thick lips wrapped by the beard, being taken by surprise by the striking statement against my needy heart and the strong sensations of his body against mine.
• It is not a kiss, but the strengthening of his declaration of belonging, soft lips take mine causing a rampant madness inside my needy heart, splashing his hands against his bare chest feeling the heat emanating from him. I am even more lost with the sensations when in a sigh the experienced tongue invades taking everything I want, exploring, warring with mine, stealing my breath and the strength that still had in my legs.
• I have not even a chance against the desire that accumulates in my lower abdomen, I am completely without breath when I am lifted by the thighs and his greenish look meets mine. Eve’s greatest sin was not to have tasted the sweet fruit of sin, but to have enjoyed it. And as delusional as it may seem, I feel like I’m at home looking at him.
• Feeling my ass against the wooden table, his left hand descends from my time to my chin slowly, seems harmless, and for a single moment, I forget everything he did that day. From killing my pregnant wife to bringing me here against my will. I’m trapped inside a bubble I dreamed of... or imagined to be real. Another beautiful reason to wake up from this wicked dream that will somehow end up destroying me.
• "I need to go to college." - I speak softly.
• "Is that what you have to say?"
• "About what?" Raising an eyebrow.
• "To the mob boss who killed his pregnant wife, brought you home, and now declares that you belong." - He pauses, twisting his lips, but somehow I feel that I amuse him. -"That’s all you have to say? I have to go to college."
• Closing my eyes unable to think when it is so close, how in just a few hours I regressed so much? How can being around it do this to me?
• "Please..."- I murmur.
• Felling his heavy breath against my lips is a temptation I’m beginning to believe that Nicklaus Mikhail is the fallen angel himself. The touch of her calloused fingers against my cheek in a docile way takes a sigh from my lips. How can I want something that I know is bad, but somehow be blind to it when I’m being put face-to-face with the farce of paradise? I expected the aggressiveness of the cold-eyed man wielding a gun.
• But with every movement, I am deceived by the beauty that hides his perverse soul, in every touch I am seduced by the desire to have the forbidden, and every second I try to control the inner child in need of attention.
• "I’ll send one of my men for his things." - His words come out in an authoritarian tone.
• raising my head to answer, opening my eyes, and only finding the diamond earring that had not even noticed the lobe, his face was between my neck and shoulder, the tongue playing softly in a movement that made my intimacy contract. I groan and hear what appears to be a laugh as I feel the tip of my nose caressing my exposed skin.
• "At the end of the hall the double doors, go fast before I change my mind."
• And so, as fast as the boiling water turns to steam he turns away, his voice commands, and as a good girl obeys coming down from the table without giving him any more look, run out. My heart seems to be about to explode as my mind screams.
• I follow his orders, observing for the first time the place of carpet wine walls of dark lifeless tones nothing here seems to indicate that there is a resident, no decoration, no photo. Only the walls painted in this tone between gray and black, being mixed with some white gusts. At the end of the corridor, the wooden doors worked with some details drawing attention. I look back ensuring that he is not around, I am embarrassed to open the doors at once attracting glances from the men who are sitting at the table. All tall and strong, some well-dressed others with social shirts, I could count at least ten before a lady with a gentle smile and some wrinkles in the corner of my eye attracted my attention.
• "Hello, child." - her gentle voice ripped out my smile.
• "Hello."
• Through the corner of my eye, I see one of the men receiving a message and exchanging a look with the lady, he rises from the table being accompanied by another who wears only a shirt.
• "They don’t feel cold like us."
• As if reading my thoughts she responds by tapping my arm, screwing against hers to get out of what seems to be the kitchen.
• "I need to get my things for college."
• swallowing hard and praying that she has not noticed how much I want to leave this house.
• "Don’t worry, the boys have gone to get your things and I’ll give you a beautiful outfit for you to go to college."
• Before know it I end up stopping my steps against the carpet, she raises her eyebrow well done, the few white wires that come out of the side of her head attached to an elegant bun without leaving the place, not even frizz. We’re almost the same height taking a few centimeters by the heel she wears.
• "When men get together they speak to more than a thousand women."
• Again she answers my silent question with a giggle, coming back to walk down the hall, we pass by the office door making a cold climb up my spine, I notice a living room with a fireplace that I had not noticed before and then instead of going up the stairs, we folded in the hallway next to the entrance. The decor here is different, windows go from floor to ceiling and some vases are arranged between the door division. Is his room in one of those?
• It’s as incoherent as I want to escape and at the same time know more about this man.