Jean Paul

''Please let me go,'' I begged Jean Paul's father. She had me kidnapped.

"I won't, Amara, until Jean Paul shows up"

Love and love, dear father of Jean Paul. It doesn't make your grave bigger. Memories of you remain forever in my heart...

The clock had already run out for the whole day: night had not yet come. Sometimes the bed was a kind of life, as if it were his own land; other times the bath or the enemas seemed if they were pieces of art. In the best of cases, that was my last breakfast of loneliness and rajones. The father's face was looking at each other while he cried and thought.

In the friendly environment of the bedroom, the father tried to convince me that I would give myself to him soon, but I preferred to hide on the way out.

After all, the entrance door of the dormitory was full of prisoners. An insider informed us that the bosses were in the courtyard, where they were talking to the guards who were going to look for Jean Paul. The afternoon had already ended and the roa