At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Eighteen

Don't fall apart, not here, not in front of him. You just have to get out of this place before some of the sisters or even he finds you here, I think trying to stay strong. I quickly clean the tear that slides down my face, leaving no gaps for questioning.

The force of gravity, tries to do what she knows how to do best, take everything to the ground, but big, agile hands hold me back, preventing me from falling apart. Your arms take me close to your body, calming my agitated cells that want to escape danger ahead. Your look at me is profound, wanting to unravel my secrets. And as an insistence on discovery, he rests his hand on the side of my face, looking directly into my eyes.

"Are you okay, Luna? — asks by analyzing every detail that can be delivered to me, however even though I am not a good liar, I pretend. I inspire and expire, as a way to relax, to hide my nervousness, the desire I have is to get away from him and run aimlessly, because only then will I be sure that I will be saved.

"Yes, don't worry. The only problem here is that you have a companion with two left legs” — I smile without showing the teeth of my joke, hoping he will believe it, but his gaze judges me at the same time that his face becomes impatient. He knows that's not the truth!

"Are you sure?” — I swing my head confirming, but my body betrays me, showing the opposite, shedding tears from my eyes. "Then tell me why these tears.

"I'm fine, it's just an allergy," I lie wiping away tears.

"Let it be! Lie as much as you want, but at some point I'm going to find out the truth” —your arm leaves my body, and that way the icy sensation takes the place. In an imposing way he sets out to walk while I remain in the same place, not being able to take a step to walk beside him. Realizing I'm not accompanying you, Zyan to turn his body back and see that I'm in the same place.

"Come on, I've got business to attend to... Time is money, Luna.

"I can't, Zyan," I say, feeling my throat close, thereby preventing the air from passing.

"Why? Give me a reason and I'll take you to my house!” I look into your eyes and I don't have the guts. What's he going to think of me? That I'm disgusting, that I hit on the priest. Heavens!... Just imagining him saying such words I feel anguish. Then I cry, I cry because tears are the only truths that came out of me, I cry out of fear, for insecurity, I cry perhaps for the fateful future discovery.

"I can't... I cannot —He turns his steps to me—You wouldn't believe me, no one would believe my word, for it is worthless compared to his—Hiccup being collected by your arms. I bury my face in his chest, hiding me, because while I feel like he wouldn't believe me, he brings me security. My tears sing the fabric of your jacket, yet I don't stop. I feel like I can cry rivers and it won't be enough, not to free myself from the pain I try so hard to hide even from myself.

"His? Who are you talking about? "He tries to get me away from his body, but I grab his torso hard, stopping him.

"I don't want to go into the orphanage, Mason," I say, feeling my weak body, as if at any moment I'm going to pass out.

"I have to go, Luna. You leave me no choice since you won't tell me the truth... Poor orphaned children need my help. They know how to help her, but I can't say the same to you anymore—he pushes my shoulders and this time he succeeds in pushing me away.

"All right, Zyan. I understand, I'm not collaborating with you.

Don't look at me like that, Luna. Not like I'm a f*****g selfish person — he says sliding his hands through the black threads, a habit when he's nervous—You know these orphaned children inside, they need me to price with all my superiority and with my money so that they can continue with a roof below their heads—A pause—You shouldn't know who I am, But let me tell you, I'm a f*****g man where the world mirrors itself, so if I do something, my "disciples" try to do the same. And that gives me the opportunity to use this s**t for good, for causes like this night, to prevent them from losing their home, since they've had enough losses for a lifetime— it shoots such angry words, their bodies are tense, their fists clenched, and their pupils dilated.

" Zyan" "I touch his face and i notice him relaxing with my touch— Go help them, but unfortunately I can't accompany you.

"Tell me, Luna. What are you afraid of?

"Please just ask the driver to take me back—I ask you to caress the side of your face on which my hand rests.

“All right, Luna. Since that's what you want, that's how it's going to be, but for now. When I get home you're going to tell me the whole truth or I'm going to rip the truth out of you myself... I hate to be in the f*****g dark, especially with everything that surrounds you” —he picks up the phone from his pocket, selecting something and puts it in his ear— “Thomas, go back and pick up Miss Luna and take her back to the mansion” —And only now do I realize that Thomas is no longer with us, at some point between my near fall and my endurance, he's gone with the car.

"Thank you ," the embrace inspiring its wooded aroma, which brings me good sensations, one of them at that moment, is the calm.

"Don't thank me! This will come at a price: the truth —With his words he is part of me—Come, Thomas has come! —and before I get moving, he pulls me lightly by the arm, leading me toward the car, in which the back door is already open at my disposal by Thomas.

Don't forget, Luna. The truth! — he says incisive. And in response he gets a positive swing from me and before releasing my arm he kisses my neck and whispers in my ear words that ant something between my legs: And I probably want much more from you tonight, angel — Maybe it was the way so hoarse that your voice came out, but I swear I could crest myself in your arms, even with danger lurking.

" Luna? —hear the voice that chills me. No, it wasn't the chill that Zyan's voice causes me, it was worse, it misses horrible, terrifying. It was his voice. " Luna? Are you a child? "I have flashes of him touching me and I cling to Zyan, as if he were my anchor. It's you! — Hiccup with its finding.

"How does he know you, Luna? — questions Zyan, but fear suppresses my voice, not only her but my whole body. And since he doesn't get an answer from me, ask someone else who can answer it.

"How do you know her, Father Manuel? "And with the mention of your name I get lost, I am swallowed up by my nightmares, and darkness takes me, not without first feeling two big, warm hands holding me back. Zyan!

...

Feeling like a truck had passed over me, I open my eyes settling with the little crack of light in place, trying to recognize where I am.

"Well, well... The fugitive decided to wake up! "I feel everything around me spinning with the sound of your disgusting voice near me—You missed me, child?... I believe so, since you're back so I can finish what I started with you—my body doesn't move. I'm terrified, he's going to touch me again and this time I won't be able to take another trauma.

"Who would have thought you'd show up here with Lord Zyan Lamart, one of the richest men in the world. But you know, child? I saw you first, then you're mine” — still immersed in panic, in the distance I feel something cold in contact with the skin of my arms, then climbing to my shoulders and stopping at the neck.

"Tell me, Are you still pure? " silence," tell me, you nympho, pull my hair hard and only then does my voice come out, the cry echoes, and the tears fall.

"Leave me alone— I ask you to hold your hand that pulls my scalp — "Please let me go.”

"It's good that you've kept yourself to me if I'm not going to take another virginity from you, child. I'll eat his ass, he's probably untouched” —he lets go of my hair, right after I hear the noise of tissue being torn and with understanding the hiccup rips my throat — Ah.. So appetizing! — I try to hide my body from his vision and it hits me in the face.

"Please stop!”—he tears this time my bra and then my panties — "Now yes, Child, I have you as I wanted so much.” — he squeezes my bount and screams of pain.

"No, let go of me," I smite, running away from your contact.

"Be quiet," a punch is delivered to my face making me dizzy.

"Why? — I ask with a failed voice.

"Because you're so beautiful. I noticed you growing up. The development of your curves, of your breasts, I saw you becoming a woman. And I was just waiting for the right time to have you and now I have it” — he climbs up to deposit his suffocating weight on my naked body and in attempted failure I try to kick between his legs, but he dodges opening mine.

"HELP! HELP...”— I cry for help and he angrily bites my bount.

"The more you fight, the more I'm going to hurt you!” — says by squeezing my chin tightly, with it muffles my request for help. The tears don't stop falling for a moment. "You know, you look more beautiful when you cry," she says, and then passes her tongue through the trail of my tears. I feel like throwing up, the bile goes up my throat, but it comes back all the way.

"ZYAN! ZYAN, HELP ME — I cry for him, even though I know he's not around.

"He left and left you here when he heard that the Luna he knows is a f*****g orphan. He left you here without looking back like your mommy... Poor, child!” — I cry with your words.

"It's a lie! You're a liar! "I say hitting his chest, but he doesn't move an inch off me. He punch me in the belly and I stop breathing for a few seconds, in which I return with a cough that mixes with the hiccup.

"I think you like to catch, right Child! " says holding my hands over my head.

ZYAN, ZYAN, HELP ME! — I insist on calling for him in half tears, feeling my body hurt.

"He won't help you! " says laughing.

" LUNA? LUNA?” — I hear Zyan's voice in the distance calling me. At first I think it's my imagination creating an escape so i don't suffer so much, but seeing the priest's face, his bulging look and feeling his body tremble on top of mine, I know he heard it too. Meanwhile when I scream again for your help, the Priest is faster and covers my mouth.

"Quiet, you b***h— he squeezes my lips with such force that his hand also presses my nose, making it difficult for me to breathe. When I'm out of oxygen running through my body, almost to the point of fainting, with the priest's carelessness for fear of being discovered I can kick the middle of his legs and bite his hand. He walks away from me screaming and I catch my breath and scream:

— ZYAN, HERE!

"LUNA? — your answer comes out desperate.

"HELP ME, ZYAN!— I hear your footsteps in front of the door and try to get up, but I feel weak and quite sore.

" Luna? — asks by touching the door handle that is locked.

"Here, get me out of here," I beg to cry, with a little relief that he has found me.

"It's locked, Luna. I'm going to break in, protect yourself. say and hear the thunderous on the door, but it remains intact. Before he can get in, Manuel recovers and comes to me, putting himself on top of my body and puts his hand circling my neck and squeezes while the sling and scratch his face.

"Since I cannot have you, no one will” — I see the anger on his face along with determination, and he compresses the place more.

— Zy... aaa.. — Another bang.

"Get off her, you bastard” — I feel the weight come out of my body with my hands around my neck. And by reflection, I cough, trying to breathe as much air.

"She's mine, you son of a b***h! And nobody touches what's mine! — my face falls to the side and I have as vision the Zyan pointed a gun at the priest.

"Burn in the fire of hell, Father!”— a shot and his body falls to the ground screaming. Another shot and a deafening scream takes over the environment. He asks for mercy while with his hands between his legs, probably the target of the second shot — "See you in hell!” — one more shot and I see him inert. Your chest doesn't move anymore.

" Luna? — Zyan approaches me, seeing how exposed I am, but he controls himself by looking only at my face. He takes off his jacket and covers the front of my body.

Now he knows my secret. Now he knows why I want to run away —And then I cry, cry with relief and shame.

"Please, Zyan. Get me away from here! —and as if he were waiting only for this command, he picks me up gently, carrying me in his lap, and leaves the room. I hide my face in your chest and after all the adrenaline I go out.