Chapter 11

WHIP WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!. Camille lower lips bled just holding the pain. Boss was in rage. He had lost count of how many striking whips had been inflicted on Camila's back. He only want one thing, to make this bitch have a slow taste of death. But she never beg nor did she scream or cried. Camila held on, not dead yet. Boss was pissed, so he continued.

The whole room was becoming fogging with perspiration. Camila wrists was tied high up to the roof, her toes barely torching the floor.

"I lost everything because of you. You damn bitch. WHIP"

"You will die tonight. WHIP"

"And when am done with you," Boss made a swift exchange with his belt. Locking the tail of the leather around his palm. His evil grin shows how much worse he will lash the buckle on her. "Expect to see you father and brother with you in hell."

With great strength or the last out of exertion the buckle slash Camila back. She do not held back this one. She cried, the agonizing type. Boss went on a couple on times until a man came in. His younger brother. But his presence still didn't stop Boss from going about what he was doing.

"Thomas! Thomas!! Stop this Thomas." his brother pushed him in the guts. Thomas almost lost his balance to the ground "What the hell brother?"

"We lost everything because of her Miguel." Thomas lashed out.

"Even if you kill her, it will not make up for it. Blackshot's men are still after us. Not to mention his twin brother. We will be goners before the end of today if you don't think."

Thomas sank to the ground unable to think. He drew his knees closer to his face. One could hardly tell if he was crying or just fuming as he bury his head. Miguel dig his fingers deep into the scalps of his waxy hair in frustration while he strode behind Camila almost lifeless body. He headed out afterwards. Almost half an hour he came in, untieing the robe around Camila wrists.

"What the fuck are you doing Miguel." Thomas rushed up to stop his brother thereby punching him in the face.

"We need to get out here. Out of this country." Miguel cursed while he held on to his jaw. "We need her." He finally said.

Thomas was confused. He didn't understand what his brother is trying to suggest to him. Not when he wants her dead this instant.

"What do you mean we need her. She caused all this." Thomas went ahead to slap Camila even if she was unconscious.

"The Auctioning Front. I called madam Alias. Its tonight Thomas. Just think of how much we can make from her." Miguel pointed at Camila. Before Dawn we will be out of this country." He rushed down to cuddle Thomas face as a means of assurance. "Think brother."

But Thomas only whisks free his face leaving the room. Miguel rushed to finish untieing the rope. He caught hold of Camila unconscious body if not she would have fallen.

Slowly she regained consciousness but everywhere was blur. Still she could not have mistaken that she laid on something soft. she was no longer on that outrageous underwear but a clean cream robe and panties to match. Camila finally decided to check where she was exactly, the blurriness already wearing off from her eyes. There was no windows to tell where she was or even for proper ventilation. But there was a fan and electricity.

"You will need your strength." Miguel called while he came in. He had with him a nylon with different food alike in it. He dropped it just before Camila on the bed. Camila stared. Her eyes asking who exactly he was and what did he want from her. As if sensing the latter, he answered. "Eat and get dressed. There are some clothes in the drawer." He pointed at the cupboard just at the left part of the bed. Camila only stared without saying anything. Her hair is a mess now, even after whoever cleaned her up.

"Do this for your brother Camila." He swallowed his unnatural anger looking sombre. But Camila wasn't moved. Only how he knew her name and her brother bothers her. She opened the nylon before her while Miguel made his way for the door.

Camila ate like she hadn't eaten for years. Stuffing every food her mouth could hold starting with a hamburgers soaking it down with a soda. Then she ate her spic mixed seasoning fries. In no time all the food was gone and she was full. She got down from the bed to where the clothes were kept. only three piece of gowns with a bra was what she could find. She tried one of them, even through the insufferable pain on her back. Closer to the bed was a flip-flop. Everything were just her size.

"Shall we go." Miguel managed to draw Camila attention from the mirror.

"Where?"