Читать книгу Ananke - Gilda Salinas - Страница 8

As soon as Mel saw Marcelino’s shape, something didn’t feel right, but she kept on walking toward him, and his smile covered any suspicions. “I thought you weren’t coming and I felt awful, mi flaca,” he said and brought her skinny body into his arms.

She dodged a kiss but stayed still against his chest. He smelled nice, like soap. In that moment, she enjoyed the feeling of submission. He didn’t stop smiling, his hands caressed her, and he risked another kiss on the neck while she held on to whatever sanity she had left.

“Wait, Chilo. You said you had bought clothes for our son. Where are they? Did you trick me?” At that moment, that was the least of her concerns, but she had to ask.

Marcelino loosened his grip. His hands glided down to her ass, and he got closer so she could feel his erection. He pressed his entire body against hers. “You see how horny I am? All for you, baby,” he said to her ear. A tingle ran through her body. “I brought the van from work, mi flaca. There’s the bag with my boy’s clothes. Wanna join me?”

This has to be a dream, Mel thought. Before she knew, they were in the back of a gray Ford van with tinted windows. They couldn’t manage to get fully naked. Kisses, reckless fondling, getting in position, making a path through their clothes, and then she felt his semen between her legs. “What? Is that everything, Chilo?”

“Oh, don’t worry, flaca. There’s more.”

He stepped aside and the back door of the van opened. A man entered while Mel tried to stand up, but he got on top of her. He pulled his zip down and took out his prick. He put on a condom and leered at her. She panicked, she tried to close her legs and run away, but Marcelino held her down. She used her hands and knees to keep the man from penetrating her. She begged for mercy but they said one vulgarity after another, and any insult she threw was met with a smack anywhere in her body. They made sure not to damage her, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t get violent and dirty.

The man howled when he came. She was covered in tears and secretions. Resistance was far away, somewhere in her imagination, just like the bag of clothes she had been promised.

“You have a nice bitch, Chilo, she does work.”

She tried to get up and pull down her blouse.

“Where do you think you’re are going, whore?”

With everything that was going on, she realized it was better to stay quiet. Who was that guy? She tried to get his weight off her, but her efforts were only met by mockery and insults. As soon as she was able to move, a slap in the face put her back down. Both men laughed.

“You’ll learn to answer when I talk to you, you fucking idiot. You better do what we say, or else,” he said as he raised his fist. He crawled to the front of the van and started it. Mel looked at Marcelino, she was perplexed, but he just mocked her.

Her thoughts became a labyrinth. Too many questions, so much fear and indignation. Where were they going? What was going to happen? At some point, she blessed her mother for taking her son from her, but she cursed her too. If I had brought him, Marcelino wouldn’t have done this to me.

It was hard to believe that her husband was that, the enemy. The pimp? She still hoped he’d get closer to the lever of the door, and that as soon as the van slowed down, he’d let her escape. She pictured herself jumping out of the van and running far away, never to see it again.

“We are going to Izúcar.”

“What? Why, Marcelino? Why are you taking me there? I don’t want to. Let me go! Please!”

She crawled to the door, but he hit her neck, and she was powerless.