CHAPTER 19

I get up carefully and without saying anything I walk away as much as I can without knowing what direction I am taking. I follow the corridor where I got to the dining room, I look for some way out. I already lost enough time, my strength is renewed and with that I am ready to escape or at least find some way that allows me to do so soon.

The whole place is like a maze, doors and more doors is what I find without any leading me to an exit. I go down to the first floor and search all over the place until I find a living room that seems to be a kind of hall. Well, there is what I am looking for, a door and not just any one, this is the door of my freedom. Everything is silent, still, just like in that part of the mystery books that I love.

That scene where the protagonist sees his long-awaited departure, and ignores that cold that runs through his back as he approaches the end between the gloom of the night and the silent emptiness that precedes him just before everything goes wrong.

Yes, this is my life and not a story, but listening to her voice I know that I am not keeping too much difference with those fantasy stories that make me wake up at night.

__ That would be a bad decision Suhaila __. My hand is suspended a few inches from the doorknob.

His voice cold as an iceberg, deep as a rockfall, safe as a stormy sky, makes my fingers tremble feeling the breath of freedom that escapes from me at the mere vibrating of his voice. My chest rises and falls abruptly as my mind calculates the possibilities.

__ Do you really think you can get within four meters from here without my men stopping you? __ Yes, this is your game and yours is the board. One who dominates to perfection and is not going to hold back when showing it.

His approaching footsteps echo off the wood until the heat of his body announces his proximity. His hand surpasses mine taking my objective between his fingers and with a movement the door opens. In a split second, two guards armed from head to toe poke his body into plain sight.

__ Is something wrong sir? __ I recognize him instantly, he is the brunette who brought me in the car.

__ No, continue __ just order. The brunette nods as he brings his arm to his lips and whispers: All in order. I assume you are speaking through a communicator.

There is my escape plan, leaking down the toilet when I have barely started it. In the distance you can see the grass of an intense green color that moves with the breeze, the sky seems to touch it in the distance. It slowly disappears as the door closes and with it my calm.

__ What the hell is wrong with you! What do you want from me Mikael! __ His eyes face me as I face him like toxic smoke polluting my breath. __ I'm not your prisoner __. I approach him angrily letting him see how much I hate him, but he doesn't flinch, he doesn't move, he just stares at me as if I were nothing bigger than a cockroach that he can crush as soon as he wants to __. I'm not going to be your slave, I don't belong to you __. With each word I touch his chest pointing my finger at him in case it is not clear to him.

His eyes close for a second letting the air fill his chest. It opens them zigzagging in them an overwhelming lethality. He takes a step, followed by another, he drags me with him in sync without my noticing until it is too late and I am cornered between his body and the wall. I swallow thick feeling my heartbeat drumming in my ears when his hands take mine immobilizing them above my head, his face is so close to mine that we both share the same air when we breathe.

__ Repeat that __ demand in a whisper. Still, it makes me shudder as if a towering mountain has roared.

__ I do not belong to you __ the words come out of my mouth without being aware that I have said them, it is as if my body in self-reflection obeyed his strict order.

A sinic smile forms on his full lips.

__ What do you want of me? __ It is further enlarged by lifting the corner of his lips making his eyes sparkle with an eerie glow.

__ That's something you're not ready to hear about yet __. He leans in, wrapping my leg, lifting me up like a sack of potatoes in the process.

A shriek escapes me, his chest vibrating under my weight in silent laughter. The idiot is having a great time at my expense. Great! Now I'm my jailer's clown.

__ Let go __. I stir restlessly trying to free myself, his hands clinging to my legs as I ascend each step with me in tow.

Without problems he opens the door entering my personal cell in the form of a bedroom throwing me on the bed. I brush back the strands of hair that cover my face and give him a sour look that doesn't even make him flinch. He leaves leaving me a fierce beast that rushes against the door, but it is locked with a key included.

I scream with pure anger __. You can't keep me here forever, I'm going to escape Mikael __ I bellow as if there was no tomorrow __. I will escape and you are not going to stop me __. As if it weren't enough, I add a: __ I swear, I'll escape.

__ God, that's overly melodramatic, even for me __ an irritating little voice complains on the other side.

__ Gabriela?

__ Yeah. Hey, just a little thing. If you escape. Will you take me with you? __ whispers in his hopeful voice.

I growl of helplessness that drowns me.

__ I leave you to think about it __ announces __. But remember that if you include me, I can be a great ally. Imagine it, you and I, on the run to the Caribbean __. Pauses __. Sounds good huh?

Just like that, he leaves, leaving everything in absolute silence that is only interrupted by my desire to destroy everything in my path.