Auracio
She looks at me and bursts into tears.
- Don't cry, tell me what's happening?
I see everyone holding their breath. They are astonished to see me so compassionate, I am too, actually.
- My name is Sibelle,
- Beautiful Sibelle, hmm...
- I was kidnapped with my friend.
- What? Since when do you do kidnapping, "Oumada" (name of the baroness)?
- I... I... she stammers.
- What, you are kidnapping girls now?
- No, I didn't know...
I pull out my gun and shoot her in the leg; she lets out a scream, falls to the ground, clutching her leg.
- Who kidnapped them?
- It's Enrique!!! I said I didn't agree, but he didn't listen to me.
- Call Enrique, I shout.
A few moments later, he enters the office.
- Who gave you the order to kidnap young girls? I ask him very angrily.
He throws himself at my feet, begging for my mercy. I shoot him in the shoulder, then in the foot.
- How long has this been going on?
- This is the first time, sir.
- Well, know that it will be the last time.
I shoot him in the head; he falls dead at Oumada's feet. She looks at me pleading for her life; I look her in the eyes:
- You should have never done that.
I shoot her another bullet in the head.
When the baroness's body fell to the ground, Sibelle started to scream, clutching her head.
- Please, please don't kill me, don't kill me, please.
I approached her and then took her in my arms.
- Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to you, okay, calm down, come on, calm down.
She continued to cry.
- Don't harm us, please, don't harm us, please, let me go, I beg you, for my parents who need me. I'm sure they're looking for me; they're searching everywhere for me, please help us, let us go, I beg you.
- I can't let you go like this, my beautiful Sibelle, you can't leave here. It's true that we don't usually kidnap young girls, but now that you're in this world, you can't get out so easily. What I can do for you right now is to keep you alive and healthy for the rest, we'll see.
But to free you? Never, I won't agree to that. I won't harm you, but you can't leave, so calm down, okay?
- Mario, ask your girlfriend to see who is best placed to take the baroness's place.
Mario's girlfriend enters the office, followed by a young lady around 25 to 30 years old.
- Good evening, sir, I present to you Angela; I think she will be the best fit to replace the baroness. She has been working here for 5 years.
- Alright, since you chose her, I think it's a good idea, but if she doesn't do her job well, it will be you I have to deal with.
- No problem, sir, and I am sure she will do her job well.
- Okay, you can go, and let the auction begin; I will be in the office to follow.
- Alright, thank you, have a good evening, sir.
They leave the office.
Mario returned after dropping off the girls.
- What are you going to do with the girls? he asks me.
- I don't know, but they can't go back to their families. Otherwise, they might report us, and that's not good for business. We could find them something to do.
We always need labor. We'll find them work in the organization.
What do you think?
- Yes, that's not a bad idea. - Well, but Sibelle won't be part of the others. You bring her back to my place tonight. - What, where are you going to put her, with your mistresses who are already at your place?
- I will think about the situation; I will find her a task to do at home. But she can't leave; I don't know what I feel for this little gem. Her image hasn't left my mind since I saw her photo on my phone.
I don't know how to explain what I feel for her; it's quite painful and so intense. I don't understand. I don't know what's happening to me.
- Don't worry; why not talk to her, try to convince her. You know your fiancée is coming to visit you next week. Where are you going to put your two mistresses?
- Who told you I wanted to hide them? She already knows that I am not a one-woman man, and even when we get married, she knows that I will always have girlfriends. It wouldn't be a surprise for her.
- But when you get married, how are you going to handle all this?
- I am thinking about the situation. I plan to give each mistress a house not too far from mine. There won't be anyone else at the house besides my wife, the guards, the employees, and me. I think it's a good solution; each will have her own place. They will be much more autonomous.
Aïcha is very submissive by nature. It would be much easier to send her somewhere else.
Jenifer, on the other hand, is strong-willed, but I can manage her. If she disagrees, she can go back home. They know that I will be getting married soon. They will no longer be the mistresses of the house, especially since Jennifer is already managing my casino; she gets 30% of the profits per month.
Aïcha is the manager of my five-star hotel; she also gets 30% of the profits per month. The day I part ways with her, they can leave with their pockets full.
- That's not wrong; I think you are very generous towards them.
- It's true; I think Sibelle will become my submissive; she will be my slave 24 hours a day. I think that's a good solution. Instead of having servants come up to my suite to bother me, Sibelle can take care of the cleaning and everything that concerns me personally. I hope she accepts; in any case, she has no choice; she will do what I ask her to do.
- I hope for you; she seems quite fearful; I think it would be very easy for you to make her accept your beliefs.
- I hope so too.
Sibelle- What question? I didn’t hear anything earlier. Did you ask me a question?He is really being disingenuous; does he think he can get away with it like that? So easily? Does he think he can deceive me like this?- I asked you if you feel anything for me. But I feel like you don’t want to build something serious with me. Alright, I understand, you’re running away as always. And know that I don’t feel anything for you; are you satisfied?He looks at me for a long time before sitting back down next to me.- It’s not what you think; fine, I will answer you, but later. I want to build something serious with you, I promise you that; never doubt it.- I understand; you’re afraid to confess your feelings if you have any, I mean.You can go ahead; I’m here anyway. I’m not going anywhere. One day or another, you will end up telling me. Until then, I will patiently wait.You can go announce the news of his departure to Jenifer; I need some rest.I lie down for a well-deserved rest.He le
Sibelle- I want you to stay with me of your own free will without trying to escape. So tell me, what should I do for you to stay?- Will you promise to do what I ask of you?- Speak!- No, promise me first.- Alright, I promise you.- Okay, I have several requests.- I'm listening.- The first request, which is the most important: I want you to separate from Jenifer.- What?- I don't want to share you with her, or with any other woman.We look at each other for a long moment!Will he agree to my request?- You want me to separate from Jenifer?- Yes, that’s what I want first and foremost.- I see, and what if you gave me all your demands so we can discuss them?- You haven't answered the first demand yet.- I know, I will answer it, give me the rest of your demands.- Okay, next, I want to be able to see my parents and Andrea whenever we want.- Go on.- I don't want to work with you, nor in your company. I want to do something else, I want to create my own accounting firm. And find
SibelleIn the fog of my consciousness, a voice slowly pierces the silence. It's him. The eagle. He whispers in my ear, begging me to wake up. He swears he will change. That he will pay attention to my desires, to my needs. Is it sincere? Does he really mean it?I doubt. I doubt everything he says, because with him, words have never held the same value as actions. So, I lie there, eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness. It's better to observe a little longer, to feel if the wind has truly changed or if it's just a passing current.— My darling...His voice is low, trembling. He caresses my hand, then places a kiss on my hair. His warmth washes over me, but I hold back a shiver. He continues:— My darling, you’re starting to scare me… please, wake up.The king who says "please." What irony. It's a rare moment, almost unreal. It's perhaps the first in a long time where he is not trying to impose, but to plead.— I love you, you know. I’m going to accept it, I’m going to tell you: I love
SibelleHe shouldn’t have done that.What he inflicted on me goes beyond everything. Even for him, it was too much. He crossed a line that I thought was uncrossable. This punishment, this humiliation… I didn’t deserve it. Not after everything I’ve endured. Not after all I’ve silently suffered. I grit my teeth. A flash of rage crosses my mind, followed by a wave of pain and a nausea that I suppress with difficulty.I’m going to make him understand, once and for all, that I am not an object. I am a human being, a woman. I want to breathe without asking for permission. To exist without him deciding every one of my movements. I want to be free.My eyes scan the tiny room where I’ve been locked up for three days. I am dirty, exhausted, my whole body aches. And yet, a strange energy courses through me, a desperate strength. My trembling fingers grasp an old broken bottle in a corner. The glass is cracked, rusty, covered in dirt, but it will do. I am no longer afraid.I sit against the wall
The Royal Eagle— Show him that you can be tender and sweet.— For now, I can't. I'm too angry. Do you understand what she tried to do? She wanted to leave me! Leave me, Mario! She was going to disappear from my life like a thief. She was going to go away… She was going to go away… She has no right. She cannot leave. She is mine. She has to stay with me!I pace the room, my eyes wild, my jaw clenched. My breath is short, chopped up by rage and confusion.Mario stares at me without moving, his gaze serious, almost worried.— The Eagle, she is a human being, not an object. Do you understand that? She is young, beautiful, desirable...I freeze.— What did you just say? You found her desirable?— No, I mean that...I leap at him and grab him by the collar, almost lifting him off the ground, slamming him violently against the wall.— Repeat one more time that you find her desirable and I will tear out your tongue, Mario!— Calm down! I'm not interested in her, damn it! It's her friend I'm
Sibelle- I curse the day I met you. You are a despicable and hateful being. I hate you with all my heart.- Are you done?- No, I'm just getting started. Sooner or later, you'll have to let me go; you can't keep me here against my will.- Take her to cell number 4. You will stay there for a few days, and you will think about the consequences of your actions and all those people who died because of you. Take her away.I stop struggling. Because it serves no purpose. He will do what he wants with me. And I can do nothing to stop him.What kind of shit life is this?- It’s not me who pulled the trigger; it’s you who killed them, not me. You could have spared their lives. But you refused to do so.It’s always him; he only thinks about himself. Has he asked himself why I preferred to leave? No, all he cares about is punishing me so that I learn my lesson. He annoys me, he is unbearable. They take me to the basement; it's the first time I go down here.Everything is dark and ugly, there i