3

Three weeks had passed since she had been confined. She could watch television, she was given exquisite food daily, and they even provided her with pajamas. For a kidnapping, she was having a pretty good time.

Almost every day, the question lingered in her mind: "Why the hell did Mr. Lison have her here?" "What was he looking for in the first place?"

"Ron," she called out to one of her guards.

The man approached the young woman. His name wasn’t Ron, but that’s how she communicated with him.

"Do you know where the boss is?" the girl asked, gesturing dramatically.

Ron shook his head, wondering if the girl was unaware of the great danger she was in.

"Do you know if I’ll ever get to go home?"

The man didn’t understand a word Libia had just said.

She stopped asking questions. It wasn’t that she was having a bad time, but she missed her friends, her freedom.

After two hours, Libia went into the bathroom; she needed to take a shower. She dried off with a white towel, put on her new pajamas—pastel pink with a golden moon printed on the front of the shirt—and came out of the bathroom with the towel still wrapped around her head, when she saw him, sitting on the bed, looking at his phone.

"Mr. Lison," she said, surprised.

"You look ridiculous," Tiodor said, looking her up and down. From that angle, and despite the horrible outfit, the girl didn’t look too bad.

"Thanks," she replied. Mr. Lison was an idiot.

"How are your vacations?"

"Fine," Libia answered, without taking her eyes off his hypnotizing brown ones.

"I talked to Elena."

"What did she say?" She removed the towel from her hair.

"That she wouldn’t pay a single dollar for your ransom."

Libia let out a sigh.

"I saw that coming."

"And now, what am I going to do with you?" he asked, still staring at the young woman.

The girl shrugged. During that time, Lison had shown her that he didn’t want to hurt her, but the question remained in her mind: what did he want from her?

"Sir," she said, gathering courage, "what do you need me for?"

"I have some unfinished business with Elena, that’s why I summoned her to São Paulo," he replied, without any emotion.

"I’m sorry," she apologized again for making him believe she was his niece.

"Don’t remind me," he said, giving her a cold look.

"Well, I’ll just warn you that whatever you have with my aunt, I doubt you’ll be able to resolve it with me. As you’ve noticed, she doesn’t give a damn about me."

"I figured as much, brat," he said.

The young woman frowned; she didn’t like being called that.

"So, what are you going to do with me?"

"I’ll think about it."

Lison got up from his spot and left the room. Libia lay down on the bed, recalling the hostile look that man always had, but instead of finding it unpleasant, she found it sexy. Once again, that stupid attraction to bad men.

The young woman shook her head, trying to dismiss those crazy thoughts.

The next day, Tiodor presented himself in front of her again.

"Little girl."

"Hey, I don’t like being called that," she dared to say, "I don’t know if you know this, but I’m twenty-three years old, I’m not a ‘brat.’"

"You’re an immature brat, that’s what you are."

Libia pouted and got up from the bed.

"That’s not true," she objected.

"What mature person gets into these kinds of problems?" He spread his hands, mocking her.

The girl crossed her arms.

"I just wanted to take care of my business," she said, raising her voice.

"I don’t give a damn; you ruined my plans," he reminded her.

"So, your idea was to kidnap my aunt and kill her? You know that’s illegal!"

"Lower your voice," Lison growled. What right did this idiot have to raise her voice at him? Giving her a bit of slack had made her get out of control.

"Stop calling me ‘little girl’ or ‘brat,’" she demanded, wrinkling her nose.

"I’ll call you whatever I want," Lison said, stepping closer to Libia.

"I’m an adult," she asserted.

"Then prove it," Tiodor challenged.

"I don’t have to explain anything to you."

"Oh, please, you’d be thrilled to show me more than a few things," he said with a double meaning, licking his lips and imagining what it would be like to be inside that insolent girl.

Musso made a disgusted face.

"Do you think I don’t know your type? Of course, I know what you’re trying to do. You come every week with your chest puffed out, trying to get something else out of me."

Tiodor burst out laughing.

"You’re not as stupid as I thought." He removed his tie.

"I’m glad you realize that," she said, quite offended.

"And what are you going to do about it? Do you think I haven’t noticed your lustful gaze on me?"

"That’s not true," she complained.

"You’re a slut, Libia," Lison spat, "aren’t I old enough for you? Is that it?"

"Go to hell!" she exclaimed, clenching her fists.

"You’d better watch your mouth..." he said in a threatening tone.

"I’d rather die than keep listening to you." Tears fought to escape from her brown eyes, but she didn’t want to look pathetic.

"I’m older than you; I’ve dealt with hundreds of girls like you."

"I don’t want to see you," she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Tiodor approached her and caressed her cheek.

"Let’s cut the crap, take off your panties," he ordered.

The girl thought about it; all those weeks fantasizing about her captor, she really was depraved, but here she was, hundreds of miles from home, with this damned Brazilian man. The girl swallowed hard, something inside her longed to be touched by that man.

"Stop playing coy." He unbuckled his pants and pulled down the zipper. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush, especially not when it came to women.

It was obvious that the little girl wanted it; she was begging to be fucked.

"This is the only chance I’ll give you. If you don’t take it, later you’ll have to beg, and I doubt you’ll convince me."

Libia licked her lips. Having sex with her captor was the stupidest thing she could do, but her life was full of bad decisions, so she pulled down her cotton shorts, followed by her panties.

Lison smirked. His pupils dilated as he gazed at the girl’s naked body. It was clear they both wanted it, so he shed his clothes and unleashed all his lust on her.