CH12: Look at Me
“The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.”
― Lewis Carroll
Her eyes flew open. A white ceiling stared back at her. She noticed that she was lying down on a bed. The sound of a heavy breathing echoed through the room and Hela tensed immediately, her eyes moving towards the source.
A fat figure sat at one corner of the small bedroom, his forearms resting on his knees. Some greasy strands of hair fell on his face, that pig-like face which was full of blooming bruises and had a patch over one eye. Yet the other eye stared at her, bloodshot, watery.
“I’ve been waiting for so many years for this moment.” He rose and walked towards the bed. He stretched out his hand and reached for Hela’s leg. She then realised that she was completely naked, and her body was held at every essential point. Her arms and feet were bound to the four poles on the bed, and even though she tried to move away from that poisonous hand, her body did not move.
The hand touched her leg. She felt how the sweaty palm slid down her muscles, and she was sure a layer of slime would be left behind. Ricardo stared at her with a demonic smile.
“You can’t move but you can feel. This drug leaves you completely motionless but heightens human sensations, especially pain.” Ricardo started unfastening his belt.
Hela tried to move. Nothing. Her breath caught in her throat. She wanted to scream. Nothing. She wanted to die. Nothing.
Ricardo slid onto the bed. Hela could smell him; a stench of sweat and smoke and blood.
“Look at me,” he breathed.
Hela stared at the ceiling.
“Look at me!”
A hand slapped her cheek, making her face spin around. Her eyes fluttered open and she realised she was in the basement again. Nicklaus was shouting something at her, but she only heard silent mumbling.
“I said look at me.” Hela’s eyes moved towards his face. Nicklaus was sitting in front of her, his face inches from hers.
“What am I to do with you now? You disrespect me in front of all those people, you beat the life out of a mafia lord like a wild animal…” He yanked her chin with his fingers, lifting her head up. “I tried to teach you a lesson, tried to make you understand what you really are… but it seems that you have not learned how to behave. Therefore you mean nothing to me now.”
His fingers tightened against her jaw and then slackened. Hela's head fell on her chest. Nicklaus stood up, his footsteps echoing through the room.
“I will miss the lessons we had, Hela.”
The door closed with a metallic thud.
Someone covered her face with a sack, blinding her. A needle pierced her skin and in seconds, numbness, an old friend, dragged her into darkness.
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