I walk from the ground floor to Samantha's room, through the darkness and silence it makes this night scary. The scream coming from her room made me cringe every hair on my body ruffled, so I hurried up the three steps to her room. The fucking door is locked as her screams get louder they reach my heart and hurt it. I can’t speak to how shocked I am, how much hers sounds to me suffering breaks down as I try for who knows how many times to break down the door. Weak alone, too weak, but I do not give up. The moment the door finally slams shut in front of my bumps, my gaze falls on Samantha standing naked in the middle of their rooms, hands tied and hung on hooks above their heads. Frozen I am in place and space as my heart leaps out of my skin. He is standing next to her a man with a black hood over his face and holding a… whip…He swung his whip through the air and made me cry out in misery and despair!"Samantha !!!"I open my eyes and realiz

"Wait, Samantha. Wait a second. Slow down. You want to tell me Victor is gay and that you're actually in a relationship with his brother, with that lunatic? ""Rose, don't call him that first because he's not crazy. He has trauma from the past and does not like to be touched. With the proviso that you were very intrusive even though you were said a couple of times that he was not interested. Okay, let's forget that, but yeah. In a relationship alone with him. Now you know that my marriage is a farce, but I will divorce soon Victor. "I finish my presentation and lean back in my chair while we drink coffee in a coffee shop next to my company. Today is Monday, I came to work, a Blake decided to work from home this week. I saw Victor in passing when he promised me he and I would talk tomorrow."All right, all right, you're right. But it is still not clear to me how you are two found. He's pretty fierce, and you're too calm. ""Well, it seems that he awakens

Today is already a week since that incident with my brother, a week since we have neither seen nor heard each other. We exchanged only three officials' mail regarding the sale of our solution, and that was it. I suppress how much I can think of him and that way of life because I'm sick it comes with every image my brain creates. Not to think about it, I am busy with work in another part of the house.The masters are coming tomorrow and are starting to renovate the ground floor. Daily the living room will still remain spacious and my study will be enough to put a desk and a painting corner in it. I want to paint Samantha again, my eternal inspiration.He enters the house all torn and stained with earth while taking off his gloves and removing naughty strands from the face. He smiles sweetly at me and winks at you he twisted his ass as he walked upstairs. She is tireless, she has been gardening all day, planting flowers, and now she has the will for seduction. I grin as

Aren’t movies and stories showing every awakening in the hospital through some fog, as you turn around, wondering where you are, how you got to that weird thing a place, an ugly smell, white walls while trying to remember where you are last time, what did you do and what the hell happened to you lying naked under the sheet? Stories and movies can show what they want, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I knew where I was and I remembered every damn moment that happened in our house. Victor is sitting next to my bed, worried and frowning, but looking at me with tenderness. He gets up from his chair and takes me in his hand."Samantha, baby… how are you?""Where's Blake?" I ignore his question about my health, I just wonder where Blake is. I look around, then towards the door, but I don't see him, there's no sign he's here. My bag and cell phones are in the locker next to the bed."Where's Blake, Victor ?!" I repeat the question because I'm upset anxiety

Why don’t I feel aggression, restlessness, anger, madness, and I’m located far away from my beauty, not before my eyes, under my fingers?I understand why, because I have finally fulfilled my purpose, so will I. do something for her. I'll take this, and here in this cold cell, behind bars ... I couldn't even see that. I know loneliness, she has been my companion for years, I know all my own thoughts, even the blackest ones, lived with me every day, and that's why I don't like this heavy. Maybe in a month, maybe in a year, my beauty will wait. That’s what makes me calm. Next to her, our child will be waiting for me. I don't believe it yet! My beauty he will give me a child. Child. Is life a little fucking with me?A little to me, a little to take?Now that I know the two of them are waiting for me outside, I can survive it all. Even and the touch of that guard as he led me to the cell, even the separation from Samantha because at the end of the