ENCOUNTER

CHAPTER 4

Later that evening, El Casa Cuatro is full of rigor, one of the renown club around Mexico. Men loitered. The cheers of both sexes on vigour as they lost sanely –room confined by the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex. Sweaty bodies grind uncaring. Strangers who initiate intimacy in spite of unbeknownst circumstances. People on that place were driving themselves to ruin, but it makes them free. Cluttered disarray in a crude display to what excites them.

“You are going to definitely rock that stage again.” One of the girl sitting right next to Rio – no, to Eve smiled at her.

She have a fair skin, curls running on a semi-circle wave behind her nape and running around her neck put forth her appearance to be somewhat intoxicating just like her. A pair set of teeth, and dimples showcasing that it exist on each side of her cheeks. Clad on a lace robe, yet Rio knew better, the bareness that wouldn’t mean anything at all as they were sold to prying eyes of men later on El Casa.

She dismissed those thoughts recoiling and ignored the woman.

“You really not much of a talker just like what they said.” She laughs lightly, before facing the vanity mirror to apply her own make – up. “Well, as for me, I am more of a social person, but not to majority of.”

The woman continue, regardless of the unspeaking Eve she haven’t had garnered responses in return. Laura as her name mentioned about how did she end up on El Casa. She is a University student on her last year. The funds runs out, and before she knew it, she was already knocking on Chicago’s doorsteps to ask for help as she was seen by a mere encounter and was offered for a job. To speak of how appealing she may have gained profit for the club, Chicago of course escalated dither and hired Laura on the spot.

The talk did not last long, when it’s Laura’s turn to perform. Therefore, leaving Eve alone on the room alongside with the others. Eve stared ahead of her reflection. Amber coloured eyes hindered where did she came from –masked hidden as she repelled the past she loathed to recalled. Her lips in reminder of the blood curdling scream that child split piercing through towards the trauma prolongs until this day.

Her reveries were cut off, when her name is called.

“Eve?” It was Beatrice, and her appearance means business. “Chicago is looking for you.”

“But it will be my turn after Laura—” Eve frowns.

“That would be least of your worries. You would still going to get your turn.” Beatrice reassured her.

How? Eve reprimanded questions, and comply, to ask nonetheless isn’t what she is supposed to do. A slight nod, and soon she found herself on Beatrice tail leading to the upper floor, where guest are prohibited. However, it doesn’t say otherwise that there wouldn’t be any exemption put forth zeroes that goes to billions of profits that the VIP’s amends to fill the cravings of every wantons they couldn’t have done in power; prior on eyes that compensate their facade. Sheep underlies the law, but hungry wolves who patched up thirst in El Casa.

The walk did not take long. Beatrice stop on her tracks, a wide, and vast room covered by numerous curtains hanging on the wall lashed on Eve’s amber coloured orbs.

“My Eve.” Chicago opened his arms wide to acknowledge their presence, but more likely Eve as Beatrice were no longer standing beside her.

Her silhouette were the last thing she had caught a glimpse of, before it disappear. To be afraid of being left underneath Chicago’s den had not made her shudder, as to think that she’s been used to at how El Casa works during her younger years. Wicked fools. Abhorrent bastards in distaste of primal needs detested as some fingers coiled diamonds, privileges of men overthrown vows.

“Beatrice did not tell me what I am going to do.” Eve trotted.

“Well, you are still going to work –“ The wiggle on Chicago’s eyebrows churned her stomach. “—but for one of our VIP’s as requested.”

“Requested?” Eve frowns

Drawn confusion, intrigued to whoever might have been requesting for her presence.

“Yes, my dear Eve.” The twinkle on Chicago’s eyes told her as it means something, accords heaps of money she could smell at how his voice pitched at one end with glee. “One of our thoughtful costumer asked for a private performance.”

But I did not sign as a VIP dancer. With suppressed thoughts, Eve were left adherent to comply.

“Lead me to where he is.”

“As you wish.” Chicago laughs.

To feel being watched is something Eve had lost care, yet to the room, where shadows casted recoiled her skin that all those years are futile. Four towering walls that stood ahead heed prior as the midst solely belongs to her. It’s her night, but no cheers, whereas the utter solace she knew weren’t solely under her authority. Bashful eyes she felt on every inch. Nook and cranny of bareness that bask under the dim light as it was exposed to compensate at what he ask for.

Slowly, hindered music confined an intimate and erotic atmosphere.

Yeah, history in the making

Part two, it’s so crazy right now

I look and stare so deep in your eyes

I touch on you more and more every time

When you leave, I’m begging you not to go

Beyond imagination, Eve run her polished nail on her lips. To touch her body, unclad the silk robe shielding her own self from the prying eyes beneath the lights of many hankered drive appetite of men. She has nothing to hide as it falls. Mounds on display, she sway her hips and circled the pole.

The seductress awoken. To hid Rio as it was Eve’s turn to expose the carnal pleasure of Adam’s children.

Call your name two, three times in a row

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I’m feeling and my pride is the one to blame

‘Cause I know I don’t understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

Eve wrapped her legs around the pole. To disseminate an earnest moan to satisfy whoever is on the watch had her on her knees. Grinds left no shame, outworn morals she disregard just so to survive each night, in spite of the mask that concealed the Rio in her with utter secrecy. She do not like it, but women like her routed to what hem they could clings to live. A matter to stomach deeds, and sobs, cries misheard pity to oneself as it should be left callous and impassive.

Got me looking so crazy right now, your love’s

Got me looking so crazy right now (your love)

Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch

Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)

Lost for a long time that even Malcolm failed to save her.

“You thief! Run after her, don’t let that midget get away! Cabrón de m****a!” A man weighing almost more than usual men pounded his fist. Reddish coloured cheeks shows his anger, madness leads to order his worker to run after a child who had taken his goods. A single piece of bun for her hunger, but face the brute cruelty of those who remain passive –no mercy, nothing, but pledge that deeds wouldn’t remain unpunishable once caught.

Breathless, the young girl evoke what strength left her to survive, not rot, regardless of how dreadful she appeared. Messy hair tied on a knot nestled on top her head, and bones sticking at how malnourished she had become had not roused compassion, but stored fury.

With soaked clothes, tattered with holes and enormous for her small physique, she runs utmost, the impoverished area of Mexico where nobody daresay offered a roof for comfort. She runs for her life, crying onslaught that majority whipped their heads and turned blind-eye.

‘Almost there.’ Uncared of the pouring rain or the sickness after her daredevil stunt, she pushed herself, hoping and smiling that soon enough she would be save, but no, a tugged and she was pulled full force.

“Ah—!” But her gasp turned moans.

The sudden pain on her back the burns where the walls hit had balled her fist. It hurts. It hurts badly that it earn big ugly fat tears from the little girl.

“You brat!” Vicious, the big man daren’t leave off to raised his fist and hit her on the face. “How dare you stole from me!”

Stunned, she groans, and cough. Cracked jaw lead for her to curled up, but never admit what she committed. Atrocious, she was beaten into pulp by the owner of the shop, while his men watch. No one dare to stop him, let alone that his fist could have done more damage given that the little girl is covered with bruises. Scrap wounds she endure.

“That would serve you right.” Satisfied, the big man spat out. Venom left as he marched alongside with his men.

Her consciousness is beyond recognition. Broken lips bleeds, and eyes, where bruises loitered blurred her sight. Tip. Tap. The cold rain became her company long before a meek call.

“R—ri?” A young boy emerged from the ruins, where he hid, while those men beat her.

Tear-stricken face, and fear coated almond eyes pitied at how she was retaliate treated viscously, he crawled to where she was.

Rio tried her hardest to smile.

“M-Malcolm.” Weak voice hid how painful she bears did not stop her from outstretching her hand. On her palms, the crushed bun she restored for the young boy were carefully laid out. “I brought you some food.”

“R—ri.” Sobs raked from the latter as he cried, thinking of how Rio put herself at risk just so he could be feed. “I-I hate you!”

“I-I know.” Rio in an attempt to laugh winced at the sudden painful sensation from her jaw. “I’ll bring delicious food next time –“

But the young boy did not let her finish. Long before she knew it his small arms were wrapped around her waist. Her chest fluttered. The warmth the weren’t offered comes to how much the young boy grew affection for her. His passion that were much better than those roof. Two children in dealt of the cruelty of the world.

Dazed, Rio hadn’t remember how long had she recalled memories that weren’t supposedly to be as they are only a reminder of distraught, days of pretentious deaf and blind people, who’s head were ruptured to neglect who’s unfortunate and ill-fated. Failed to notice the footfalls left behind by a pair of diciannoveventitre. Not until her chin were lift up, stunned to tilt high and be meet of one of the most mesmerizing eyes she had ever seen.

“H-huh?” Gasp, her thoughts runs out.

“Niñita.” A strong accent of Spanish descent, deep tone –Baritone voice express a fine wine that age old, yet handsomely crafted so forth.

Got me hoping you’ll page me right now, your kiss

Got me hoping you’ll save me right

Looking so crazy, your love’s

Got me looking

As the music stop, only one thing filled her embezzlement.

‘Am I staring with a God?’ She softly whisper inside her head.

@cycy