Emilio nodded to my father, silently ordering him to shut the old man up. He did, forcefully slamming the handle of his gun down onto the back of his neck. Knocking him to the floor with the chair. The guard who held the mother covered her mouth to muffle her screams, but she didn’t stop fighting him until he punched her in the stomach. Sending her to her knees in pain.
His henchmen ripped off the girl’s panties, tossing them to the floor. Her nightgown was already torn, leaving her exposed and practically naked. He pushed her over the arm of the sofa, shoving her head into the cushion, and holding her down. Making her ass stick out in the air.
“That’s enough!” I growled, my chest rising and descending. I couldn’t watch this any longer.
“What, Damien? She’s a beautiful girl, isn’t she? Don’t you want your first taste of pussy? She's a whore just like your mother,” Emilio snarled.
“Fuck you!” I seethed, my hands balling into fists at my sides.
Before I got the last word out, he cold-cocked me with the butt of my gun. My head whooshed to the side from the forceful impact of his blow. It was the first time Salazar had ever hit me.
“I’ve given you everything, boy! Are you going to let this traitor take away all you believe in?! Maybe I should let him bend you over and fuck you instead!” he threatened, shaking his head. “No, that’s not how this is going to go down. You show this motherfucker that we do not and will not allow traitors in our country! He took from us, so now the time has come to take from him! You take his daughter! You take her right in front of him and make him watch. Pay for his sins! No one betrays us!”
I didn’t move, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor near my feet, as the young girl turned her head away from the couch cushion. Staring into my eyes, pleading with me to save her.
Save them.
“Be a fucking man! She’s nothing! Take control! I know it’s in you, just like it’s in me and your father!” Not allowing me the chance to reply, he simply raised the gun and aimed it in the center of my forehead. Snarling, he added, “It’s why I chose you! Now make me fucking proud!”
I didn’t falter, shouting, “Then pull the fucking trigger!”
He jerked back, completely caught off guard with my reply. If tonight proved anything to him, it was the fact that I didn’t want anything to happen to the women, and the son of a bitch used it against me. He instantly moved my gun, aiming it at the mother and pulled the trigger.
“NO!” I yelled out, about to run to her aid as she suffered in agony, but Pedro grabbed ahold of me. Locking my frame in place.
“Next bullet is through her heart,” Emilio stated, throwing my words back at me. “Do it or she dies! You want to be responsible for taking this girl’s mother away? What kind of monster are you?” he mocked in a condescending tone, smiling deviously.
My eyes found the girl’s staring back at me for a split-second before she clenched them shut, like it hurt her to look at me. Turning her face away in defeat. Pedro started walking forward, taking me with him willingly. There was no use to resist, Emilio had me right where he wanted me.
Prisoner.
Once we were close enough, he forcefully pushed me into the girl. I caught myself on the back of the couch before my weight fell forward, crushing her frame. Her body shook so fucking hard against my chest, sobbing to herself. All the fight she had before was gone, and I resisted the urge to fight for her. We both knew damn well if I did, it would cost her mother her life. And probably ours too.
“Shhh…” I whispered close enough to her ear where no one could hear. Her mom’s wails from the gunshot filled the room, making it easier to be discrete. I tried to steady her breathing, calm her in any way I could. “Shhh…” I repeated a few times until I felt her start to settle down. She turned her head slightly, our eyes barred into each other’s.
With trembling lips, she murmured, “I’m a virgin.”
And with a sorrowful glare, I responded, “So am I.”
For just that moment in time, we stared at one another, both of us trying to crawl into that empty space inside of our minds.
To hide.
To seek refuge within ourselves was the only way we were going to survive this. Drown out the turmoil erupting all around us, muffling the screams with our plaguing thoughts. The pleas disappearing into the distance while we visibly struggled with our conflicting emotions.
“Please, God,” she prayed, for I don’t know what.
After tonight, I was convinced there was no God.
At least not…
For me.
“Como te llamas?” I tenderly asked, “What’s your name?”
“Teresa,” she breathed out, gazing deep into my eyes, intently searching for something behind my stare.
“Perdóname, yo trataré de no herirté,” I sincerely voiced, “I’m so sorry, I’ll try not to hurt you.” Mirroring her intense gaze, I swept a strand of hair out of her face with the back of my hand. Allowing my fingers to linger on her soft, velvety skin.
She quickly pulled away from my embrace, narrowing her eyes at me. “Do your worst, boy. He's right. You're just like him. The only difference is you’re a monster who doesn’t know it yet. He knows it and has accepted it, and after tonight, you will too. Just do it. Stop pretending to be something you’re not.”
I jerked back like she had hit me, shattering from the reality of her words. The remnants of the man I thought I was would be dead after tonight. There would be nothing left of me. I had to turn off my humanity to push through this or we wouldn’t make it out alive. What happened next was like I was having an out-of-body experience.
I was there… but I wasn’t.
I vaguely heard Salazar taunting, “You pussy! You can’t even get hard! Do it now! I’m losing my fucking patience!”
Another bullet flew toward the mother, barely missing her head that time.
More screams.
More laughter.
More sins I would have to pay for.
I knew Teresa could feel me everywhere, and I was barely even touching her, revolted by what I was doing. With what I had to do. I could sense a throbbing burn radiate throughout her entire body from the sudden loss of breath. The wind being knocked out of her with my weight resting on her back.
I sucked in air that wasn’t available for the taking. Bile rose in my throat. The control, the power, the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, slowly crept in, finding its way inside of me.
Fucking with my mind.
I tried to drown it out, willing myself not to feel anything but the vicious act I was delivering.
Suddenly realizing tears were streaming down my face. My lips quivered, my teeth chattered, and my vision turned black, blinking away the white spots. When she moved her hips, I instinctively gripped onto them hard, causing her to whimper from the unexpected pain.
“Don’t fucking move,” I gritted through a clenched jaw, unable to control the sensations her pussy stimulated, needing to control the rhythm of our sinful act. Hating myself more for it. It was too much for me to take, awakening a beast, a dark side of me that I never knew existed.