Cyra Must Become a Villain

Chapter Fourteen

The sight of another man standing in their house worried Cyra. Sabi ni Tita Rosanna’y naririto lang ito dahil gusto lang nitong mangumusta, pero sa buong sandali ng pamamalagi nito’y sa kanya lamang ito nakatitig. Napapahawak tuloy siya sa sariling damit. Para kasi siya nitong hinuhubaran gamit ang mata.

The man looked decent in his black polo. Rectangular face, big forehead, his forearms hairy. His name is Craig. 49 years old. Ngumingiti ito sa bawat attempt ng pagpapatawa ni Tita Rosanna, pero pansin ni Cyra na labi lamang ang gumagalaw rito, ang mata’y hindi kasama.

Naka-ilang beses na siyang binalaan kanina ni Tita Rosanna na huwag masyadong magtanong-tanong. Kung may iniutos ito sa kanya’y dapat lang niya itong sundin.

Gusto niya sanang i-klaro kung anong klaseng bagay ba ang iuutos nito ngunit ramdam niyang wala na siyang karapatan pang magsalita. Ang boses niya’y hindi na mahalaga pa sa pandinig ni Tita Rosanna.

Cyra had no clue what the whole conversation was about because they were speaking in a language she barely knew. Kaya nang tumayo ang dalawa niyang kasama at inutusan din siyang makigaya’y wala siyang kaalam-alam sa mangyayari.

Nang hilahin siya ng kanyang Tiya paakyat sa kwarto’y ayaw niya sanang sumunod. Ni isang beses kasi ay hindi siya pinatuloy ng Tita Rosanna niya roon. At ngayong naririto na ang pagkakataon, duda siya kung anong pakay nito.

Lalong bumigat ang kanyang dibdib nang mapagtantong nakasunod din ang lalaki sa kanyang likuran.

They arrived in front of the door. Though it’s a new territory to explore, all Cyra was feeling was fear.

Yumuko si Tita Rosanna sa harapan niya. Nilingon nito si Craig at inutusan lang itong pumasok sa silid. The insides of the room was kinda beguiling with its cream-colored walls, so unlike her grey captivity, but Tita Rosanna urged her to listen.

“Huwag na huwag mong ipapakita ang kapangyarihan mo ha?” bulong nito. “Mag-uusap lang naman kayo at makikipaglaro lang siya kaunti. Tiisin mo na lang. Saglit lang naman ito.”

Cyra just stared. At times like this, she wanted Jaycee’s assurance. Pero kasalanan din naman niya kung bakit wala ito dahil pinilit niya itong huwag pumunta para sa sarili nitong kaligtasan.

Niyanig muli ni Tita Rosanna ang kanyang katawan. “Gusto mong magkaayos tayo ‘di ba? Then do this for me. Kapag nagawa mo itong pabor ko sa iyo, hinding-hindi na kita sasaktan. Okay ba sa’yo iyon?”

Katunayan maraming beses na iyong nasabi ni Tita Rosanna niya, at maraming beses na rin iyong napako. But her soft smile was making Cyra weak. Somehow she thought that this maybe it, the moment that she would keep her promise.

She nodded.

Inside the room, Craig was sitting at the edge of a fluffy bed. His collar unbuttoned.

Behind her, the door closed on its own, na sinundan pa ng ilang pag-lock pa mula sa labas. A part of her was screaming she’s trapped. Another was telling her she’s in heaven, lalo na nang matuon ang atensyon niya sa malambot na kama. Gusto niyang isnabin ang lalaki at tumalon na lang sa kutchon. She knew it was comfy just by looking, for it was the same bed she kept seeing at movies.

“Come here,” Craig said, patting the spot beside him.

It was one of the basic english Cyra knew so she accepted. Ang ulo niya’y nakayuko.

“How old are you?” he said.

“Eighteen.”

“Nice.”

His hands caressed her face. His touch so foreign yet also alluring. Up close, she realized he looked like the lead in the action movies she loved, the Bourne movies. Si Matt Damon. Before she had explored her s****l fantasies, she had already been crushing on him, and with Craig looking like him, nang tinangka nitong humalik ay walang alinlangan niya itong sinalo.

Sa kanilang dalawa’y si Craig pa itong mas nagulat.

But he was quick to recover. He continued unbuttoning his polo, revealing his hairy torso. When she was made to touch him in his bare flesh, she obliged. There was something irresistible from a sight of something raw. Para siyang langaw na na-trap sa madikit na papel at hindi niya maalis ang sarili. She realized that it might be her desire to touch and be touched that made her do the things she ought to do only to Jaycee.

One by one a part of their clothing was stripped off. They took turns on tasting each other. The shyness she was expecting to hold herself was long gone. Wala lang sa kanya nang lamasin ni Craig ang kanyang dibdib, nang hawakan siya mismo nito sa pagitan ng kanyang hita. And it was making the man grin from ear to ear. Well, this is easy, he thought.

Craig was even more surprised when Cyra crawled in front of him as he took off every remaining garment below him. And it looked like she knew what she had to do. She pleasured him the same way she did Jaycee before. What made it enthralling was the fact that Craig had it bigger than Jaycee.

Everything was a frenzy of joy for her. From the way his erection filled the whole space of her mouth, even his rough movements brought a new feeling. Kahit pa hindi nila kilala ang isa’t isa, kahit pa never silang nag-usap nang matagal—it’s like they’re only responding to their body’s desire and it felt like driving on a slope without brake. Unstoppable.

But everything was destroyed when Craig wanted to move it to another level.

Hinila siya nito patayo at tinulak papahiga sa kama.

His slow crawling movements might give a thrilling tease to her, but when he attempts to enter her, it’s like something snapped in Cyra’s mind.

This isn’t right. Hindi pa nila nagagawa ito ni Jaycee and doing it to him without them doing it first felt like betrayal.

“Huwag,” sabi niya.

Pasingasing lang siyang nginitian nito. For Craig, it was just like a lame attempt of enticing him.

He pushed himself more.

Pinapalo niya na ito sa likuran nito ngunit ayaw nitong tumigil.

“Itigil mo! Ayoko nito,” pagpupumilit niya. Buong lakas niya na itong tinutulak papalayo.

He responded with a grunt, and with his eyes flashing red, sinakal siya nito. “The f**k is wrong with you? You’re acting like you wanted it badly, and now that I’m giving it to you, you’re acting like crazy?”

A long moment passed with them just staring. Ang kamay nito’y nakasakal pa rin sa kanya.

May kumuwalang hikbi kay Cyra.

Craig grunted. Her indecisiveness insulted him. Kung kailan pa kasi siya ginaganahan, saka naman ito susumpungin.

He shook his head. Hindi bale na. Bahala na raw itong umiyak-iyak, e sila-sila lang naman ang nandito. And besides, kampi sa kanya ang Tiya nito. Hindi siya nito hahayaang mapahamak.

So he persisted. He pressed himself again, not knowing that this was a bad idea.

When Craig reached her deepest, something broke inside Cyra.  Lumiwanag ang kanyang mga mata.

And in just a short moment, Craig suffered the same fate as the dead pig carcasses in the storage room—with spikes of ice protruding from his body.