LOGINMinutes after the message(Lila’s childhood home)I stopped breathing atually stopped the phone felt glued to my hand while the screen burned against my eyes.Welcome home, Lila.MomNo no, that didn’t make sense It couldn’t make sense.My brain rejected it instantly, like it physically refused to process the words sitting right in front of me.Tomás saw my face change immediately.“What?”I couldn’t speak.I just handed him the phoneHis eyes scanned the screen once.Then again slower.And I watched something cold settle into his expression almost instantly not shock but Recognition like a puzzle piece finally sliding into placeInside the doorway, Mom shifted Sofia gently against her shoulder still calm still waiting.“You two coming in?” she asked softly too softly and that was the problem nothing about her looked wrong nothing about her sounded wrong.But suddenly every tiny thing felt loaded with meaning the calmness,the timing the black sedan outside.Even the way she was standing
Three hours after the tracking messageOutside Lila’s childhood home the drive back felt wrong from the second we made the decision as if the road itself knew.Tomás kept checking the mirrors every few seconds, jaw tight, one hand on the wheel while the other rested near my leg like he needed to keep confirming I was still there.I couldn’t stop staring at the GPS screen that at blinking red dot followed every turn we made.Every mile,every breath,still tracking still watching but after the last message something shifted in both of us.Because it sounded less like a threat now and more like an observation like someone recording results,testing outcomes,watching behaviors and I hated it but worse tyan that I understood it which felt somehow it felt more dangerous.“We shouldn’t go there,” I whispered eventuallyTomás didn’t answer immediatelyThe city blurred past outside the windows, morning traffic building slowly around us ,People laughing walking their dogs,holding coffe cups and th
An hour after the explosion somewhere outside Porto the first stayed in my head long after we left it behind even now,even with miles between I could still see it everytime I blinked the truck slamming forward,the explosion behind vjcente,the way the flames lot up the fog like the whole morning had caught fire with it.Neither of us talked much after that Tomás just drove faster than before one hand tight on the wheel,his jaw locked so hard I though he might crack a tooth.My daughter finally stopped crying about 20mins ago later,she was exhausted more than calm,she slept curled gains my chest while the road stretched endlessly in front of us ,I should've slept too,but every time I closed my eye s al I could see was those messages AGAIN ROUND TWO BEGINS like we just Like we’d survived something only to realize it was the easy part the city started appearing slowly around us just after sunrise, buildings,traffic people walking to work,living their normal life I almost forgot what normal
Seconds after the headlights came on Roadside gas station, early mornin nobody moved,not me not Tomás not even the man standing outside the truck,like the world was holding it's breath at the exact same time ,the headlights from the truck cut across the front of our care,pale and cold in the early morning dog,I could barely make out the man properly at first just the shape of him standing there beside the open drivers door. He's tall,with a dark jacket on ,his hands empty and he was just ther watching us and that part scared me the most,not theessages,not even the house but this was someone real, someone who. Ould bleed,someone who could had been there long enough to wait for us my chest tightened har D”drive" I whimpered And tomás didn't even move “Tomàs I called out to him I know" but his eyes stayed locked o the man He looked foxuse like he was thinking,the guy didn't approach the car ,he didn't wave and didn't threaten us he just stood there calmly like he already knew pa
Forty minutes after leaving the villaSomewhere outside the Douro ValleyThe silence should’ve felt like a good thing It didn’t,not after everything not after hours of screens flickering and messages appearing every time one of us breathed too hard.Now there was nothing ,no buzzing,no warnings,No rules And somehow that felt worse.Tomás kept driving, both hands tight on the wheel, eyes fixed on the empty road ahead of us. The early morning light had fully broken through now, turning the hills gold in places, fog still sitting low between the vineyards,Pretty noormal.Completely wrong for what this felt likeI kept checking my phone even when I told myself not to.Blank screen.No new notifications,no unknown messages, nothing.Sofia slept quietly against my chest, tiny breaths warm through the blanket. Every couple seconds I’d look down just to make sure.Still breathing,Still here.I hated that my brain needed to check.“You’re doing it again,” Tomás said quietly.I looked up “What?”
Minutes after the new ruleParked on an empty road outside the Douro ValleyNobody spoke for a while after that message.This round doesn’t have walls.It stayed on my screen like it belonged there like it had always been waiting for us ,the sky was getting lighter now,pale blue pushing slowly through the dark hills around us,but somehow that made everything worse.Nothing looked dangerously anymore and that right there was the problem, everything looked normal,the road,the trees,the cold morning fog hanging low over the valley.Evn the car looked normal sitting infront of us but my body still felt wrong,like it remembered something my brain couldn't catch up to yet.My daughter mover against my chest her tiny fingers twitcbing under the blankey ,I looked immediately at her grounding myself again,still here,still breathing,still ours that thought hit differently now because for the first time since this started ,it felt like someone else was trying to make us forget that.Tomàs slowly o
After Mom left, the office felt wrong. Smaller. Like the walls had shifted when we weren’t looking. Like the room was leaning in on us, listening. The air was thick with everything she’d said. Every ugly word just sitting there, not going away. No quiet. No relief. Just this buzzing feeling und
The hallway light went through the garage door making it look as blood was spilled through the door,my mom's voice could be heard coming closer,her voice was soft and definitely couldn't be mistaken for someone else's voice,her voice was still filled with sleepy confusion as if she was sleepwalking
Twenty-nine minutes later,The office reeks of us our sweat, sex, Julian's perfume, and the sharp feeling of adrenaline rush. Julian still hasn’t let go he has his arms iron around my waist, cock softening but still buried inside me, twitching every time my thighs quiver. I’m straddling him in the
Mom goes back to bed at 10:47 p.m with a sleeping pill and her noise machine.The houe went completely quiet ,I’m in my room leaving the door cracked exactly two inches like he had told me earlier I wore nothing but the USB drive on a thin silver chain between my tits, It’s metal felt cold against m







