Me Llamo Tokio (My Name Is Tokyo) - A Money Heist Prequel

Chapter 61 - Tortured

Time flies, no matter where you are and how you're doing. And, it was the same for me.
The days went by, leaving their marks in my body and my mind full of traumas and confusion. El Zorro was never able to get anything from me other than screams of pain. I got used to the idea that no matter how hard he'll put Diego to beat me or torture me, he'll never take my life.
I think I could've went on like this forever, as my body got used with the constant hitting, the burning and the rape, unless it wasn't for a small detail — my child. The tiny creature wasn't that tiny anymore and it was becoming harder and harder to hide it with each day.
When he first moved inside me I looked at Alicia and giggled out of joy. To my surprise, she got what was going on, only, after smiling at me for a couple of seconds she whispered, "I don't wanna ruin it for you, but we're both fucked." And she was right. My womb was growing, I was getting fat and this tiny thing decided it's time to make me feel its presence. And, I had no idea what to do. So, I just prayed to God that they won't notice it.
On the other hand, Alicia was happy. With each day she was receiving new informations from El Zorro's journal, as I was crawling to his desk and try to read as much as I could from it every time when someone was calling him outside. I managed to do that only after he realized that it's pointless to keep Diego with me for too long, as I wasn't doing anything, nor intending to offer him any piece of information.
I suspected that Alicia might want to remain here only because I was feeding her policewoman obsession with details everyday. But, that was till one morning when I heard her whispering on the phone, "I don't know, I just... Are you trying to tell me you can't take me out? For fuck's sake!" She was angry that entire day and a few days after. I haven't opened the subject back then, but, as my pregnancy was advancing and I was fearing for the child, I tried to make myself courage and talk to her about it.
"You can't take me out?" I ask one week after the event.
She looks at me for a few seconds like I just said the craziest thing in the world, then she lets out a loud laugh.
"Silene, I can't even get out myself," she says with a hint of anxiety in her voice. "They'll fire me soon if I won't get back in time."
"So, are you trying to say we're fucked?" My question sounds so stupid.
"Weren't we already?"
She's right. But, damn, I wasn't expecting for my theories to get confirmed like this.
"The guys know?" comes my next question.
"Nope," she shakes her head.
We're basically on our own.
"You're getting fat," she adds like I'm not aware. "We'll have to do something, only I'm not sure how we'll succeed."
"Alicia, no matter what crazy idea goes through your head, I'll do it, I'm desperate," I admit. "I just wanna get out, save my child..."
"Spare me the telenovela," she interrupts me, "I think we have better things to do."
And this is how we started plotting our escape. A cop and a thief working together at what was probably the stupidest idea in the galaxy. But, it's not like they have any other options, the cop is trapped away from her job, even threatened that she'll get fired if she won't come back in time, while the pregnant thief is getting bigger by the day and she'd do anything to save her child. So, as dumb as the plan is, the universe couldn't have found a better and more motivated duo.

I'm trying to calm myself as I'm walking down the narrow hallway. This has become like a daily ritual for me. Some people drink coffee every morning, go running or read a book, yet I'm waking up and going to spend my day in my torturer's office. Back in my first days here, the torture hour used to be after midnight, yet El Zorro decided he has better ways to spend his nights, so he moved the entire thing for the morning.
"Don't do something stupid," Diego says pushing me inside the office, then locking the door behind me.
I'm not sure why they were always leaving me here alone to wait in the office, but this is how I succeeded to read the entire journal to Alicia. I guess, at some point, these guys really thought I'm extremely dumb for coming to the conclusion that it's safe to let me stay around El Zorro's things sometimes even for hours.
But, today is not one of those days, as the old man quickly walks in the office.
"How are you feeling?" he asks ironically. "Are you ready?"
I don't reply. Actually, I'm quite good. Me and Alicia have an escape plan that I feel it might work and all I'm waiting for is this old bastard's lunch break.
"If this is all you have to tell me, let's begin," El Zorro laughs. "Diego, bring our guest, please."
Guest? The thing was quite simple till now. Beating in the morning, interrogation after lunch and sometimes rape after dinner. What's with this new change of plans? And, who the fuck is this guest?
"No!" I scream when the door opens and a tall blonde walks in. "Not you, bitch!"
I don't even know why I'm so surprised. After all, Clara had the profile of a traitor ever since I met her.
"Hello darling," she says in her irritating voice.
I wish I could get up from my usual place on the floor and spit her or do something, but I know this will only worsen my situation.
"Hello dear," El Zorro replies in a happy note. "How are you?"
For fuck's sake! How comes I haven't thought that Clara is probably sucking the old man's cock every night? I'm so stupid for forgetting about this bitch.
"I'm very well, sir." Clara looks at me disgusted. "How is she? Still haven't said anything?"
"No, unfortunately not," El Zorro says throwing me a very disappointed look, "but, I hope you can help us."
"Yes, absolutely, I know what this bitch is very sensitive too." She lowers her head till her lips are almost tickling El Zorro's ear. "Poison."
Damn, I knew it! Even Alicia agreed with me after I told her about that night in Ibiza. The only one who said I'm going too far was Juan, who was probably too fooled by Clara's attitude. I can't even be angry on him now or on anyone else except the whore who's standing in front of me.
"Clara, dear, you can do whatever you want as long as she's gonna tell me where I can find Rodrigo or his family," El Zorro says.
"Yes, absolutely, but, please, don't forget about our deal," she winks.
"Of course not," El Zorro smiles, "Juan is all yours after we catch them."
"For fuck's sake!" I exclaim unable to keep my mouth shut. "This is how low you are now? You haven't been able to seduce him and now you're selling his friends and girlfriend to this scum and expect him to want you or something. What are you gonna do if you'll ever put your claws on him? You're gonna chain him and rape him?"
Clara laughs and looks at El Zorro. Then, the old man just clap his hands once and Diego appears.
The power of his fist makes me lose my sight for a few seconds. But, it's okay because, in a way, it wakes me up and makes me realize that I'm not going anywhere with this attitude.
I have to reorder my thoughts, and not let our plan be influenced by Clara's presence here. She'll complicate things? That's for sure, but, hopefully, she'll want to have lunch or fuck the man in the other half of the day, because if she won't both me and Alicia are screwed.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Clara says in her annoying tone. "It seems like the little peasant doesn't want to cooperate with us."
I hear El Zorro laughing in the background. I'm trying really hard to hold myself from spitting a line to Clara because I know it's only to my disadvantage.
"First of all, sir, I would like you to let us two speak in private for a while," Clara adds. "Me and Silene have a lot to tell each other, isn't it?"
"Yes, absolutely," El Zorro agrees and gets up. "Let me know if you need something."
"Of course, sir." Clara seems innocent but I'm not buying it.
At this point, I'm over one hundred percent sure that she sucked his cock. Otherwise, how could you make a man like El Zorro do whatever the fuck you want?
"Now, that we're finally alone, we can talk to each other, right?" Clara says in the moment when the old man closes the door after him and Diego who's following his master like the true dog he is. "I really missed you Silene."
I'm still silent. I don't have anything to tell Clara, other than the obvious fact that she's a goddamn whore, but I'm trying to keep this information for myself.
"You're not gonna talk to me, darling?" If I wouldn't have known Clara, I could've sweared she's really affected by this. "Okay, fine, I tried. God knows I tried, but it's not my fault. I'm trying to help you, Silene, but I can't do it if you don't talk to me."
"I don't have what to say," I spit. "You're just lower than I thought."
"All I'm trying to do is help you and this is what I get for that?" Clara sounds so disappointed. "Come on, Silene, what I did to you? If it's that kiss with Juan, I swear that he was the one who initiated it."
"Oh, shut up!" I scream annoyed. "I can't hear you talking anymore, you just disgust me."
"Alright, darlin, then I won't talk to you." Clara looks like she's about to give another bomb instead. "But, I'll talk to them and ask them to beat the shit out of you until you spit out that baby you're carrying, because, apparently, they didn't do it hard enough."
Fuck.
My hands go instinctively on my tummy. How the fuck she knows about my pregnancy?
"What baby?" I'm trying to lie, even if I know deep down that's pointless.
"Oh, really? Are you having amnesia now?" Clara looks at me with a superior look. "You and Torres or should I say hmm... Sierra, are in a big shit right now."
I feel like I'm about to faint. She knows everything, but the question is how she got those informations.
"You're shocked?" Clara laughs. "I had a listening device in your room. I'm listening to you ever since you woke up."
My universe is collapsing bit by bit. Everything that me and Alicia discussed is in this idiot's brain. And, there's one more thing that confuses me, how comes that El Zorro isn't aware of all these, or he's just playing dumb?
"What's going on through that little head?" Clara asks annoyed. "Why I haven't told anyone?"
I nod.
"Because, darling, I always tried to be your friend, only you hated on me. I infiltrated here like your cop friend and I'm willing to take you out and, comparing to her who has no plan and in a few hours she'll be dead, I can send you back to where they took you from in a matter of hours, so choose wisely, darling."
There's something about all this that's making me feel like Clara is lying or hiding something behind this sudden wish to take me out. This isn't a normal person with good intentions, she's a whore who survived in the gangs, so, for the moment, I'm not buying shit.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Oh, we're finally talking aren't we?" Clara laughs. "Well, now that I got your attention I'll tell you what I want. It's quite simple and it doesn't require much."
"Cut the crap," I say between my teeth.
"Well, darling, all I want is for you to break up with Juan. My guys will take you out tonight, you'll leave for Tenerife or somewhere far where he won't be able to reach you and if I hear you talking with him ever again or trying to reach him I swear I'm gonna kill you. All I'm asking for now is just a simple call, tell him you found someone else and that you're angry he hasn't come to rescue you, I don't know just make sure it works and it breaks his little heart."
This is beyond disgusting. There's nothing in the world that might make me do this, yet I still want to know more about her devious plan.
"And Sierra?" I ask.
"The offer is for you only," she laughs. "The inspector is mine and trust me you're the privileged one here. What we did to you was nice comparing to how are we gonna break her. I'm sorry you'll miss the show, it's gonna be amazing."
I feel sick already. Not only our escape plan doesn't work because Clara knows it all, but also she's about to take Alicia which wasn't the most pleasant person in the world, but it meant a lot that I had someone to talk to during this period.
"So, what's your answer?" Clara asks in a dramatic voice.
"Go fuck yourself!" I scream and spit her in the face.
For a few seconds I think she's having a stroke, not that it would've bothered me, but then, her scream fills the room.
It's about seconds till Diego comes in, quickly followed by El Zorro.
"That bitch spit me!" Clara screams.
Diego's punch hits my head. Small dancing starts appear before my eyes, but I prefer to focus on them instead the agitation that has been by my spit.
I'm being hit over and over again, but I don't care at all. I've been over that a long time ago. I think I don't even feel pain anymore.
The next thing they do to me is burn my feet, but I've been through that too. It doesn't hurt anymore. The only thing is that I won't be able to walk for a few days. But, it's their problem, they'll have to carry me.
"She's pregnant!" Clara screams. "She has Juan's child!"
I'm not shocked at all. I was expecting this too because I always knew Clara is a bitch, ever since I first met her. What surprises me though is the fact that she forgot to mention that Alicia is a cop.
"I'm not!" I try to shout, but I'm not sure how loud I was.
"Take off her bandage, the one around her stomach," Clara says with an evil smile, "the one that Torres puts her to cover it."
Fuck. Apparently, Clara is in control now, but I'm not planning to let her do this for too long.
Diego takes my dress off unveiling my bandaged tummy. All this time Alicia told them it's an old wound that got infected and I'll die if it's not properly taken care of. But, at this point, I'm not sure if they care about that anymore.
"See!" Clara says happily in the moment when the white stripes are cut off, unveiling my small, yet visible bump. "I told you."
They seem shocked, like they trusted that doctor with their lives. Who knows which contact of theirs recommended that woman, but what they didn't know is that she switched places with a cop. Well, till now.
"How's this possible?" El Zorro asks. "I told the guys to monitor them permanently."
"It's okay." Clara is using her ass kisser voice again. "I did that for you, sir. And, also, I found out other things too."
"What things?" El Zorro seems really angry. "Tell me, Clara."
"Well," she begins while playing with a string of her fake blonde hair, "Torres is well let me think.... her name is Alicia Sierra and she's actually an hmm... undercover cop. Actually, inspector. I might've done a research on her, sir. It appears that she's one of the best negotiators that they have in Madrid. Pretty interesting, don't you think that?"
El Zorro's face changes colors faster than a chameleon. Now, his face is red and seems like he's about to explode.
"Thank you Clara, dear." He's trying to sound calm, but deep down he seems like he's about to cry out of nerves. "And you Diego, you motherfucker couldn't check on the fucking doctor?"
"I thought the guys checked," fried peanut brain replies.
"Thought!" El Zorro screams. "Diego, you don't think, for fuck's sake!"
"Yes, sir," he says.
I would've laughed so hard if I wouldn't have known that the distraction is about to end soon and abruptly for myself in a few seconds.
Now, the only hope that I have left is that Alicia will be able to get out of this shit alive. Because, analyzing my situation, surrounded by them and with my feet burnt, I have no chance.
The next things happen with a speed that I can't keep up with. El Zorro talks to fast and I can't hear shit, yet I see him and Diego getting out of the room, not before handing Clara a small box.
"She won't be able to run, don't worry," she laughs before El Zorro closed the door. "I'll take care of her till you'll get back with the policewoman."
Fuck this shit. They're going to get Alicia and, by then, Clara will probably ensure that I'll scream out in pain. So, the only thing that remains me to do, is try to calm and brace myself for what's about to hit me.
"What do we have here?" the bitch laughs ironically while opening the box. "You don't have to worry, darling. It's just a substance that will make you spit out your unborn child. Beautiful isn't it?"
Of course it was something to put me through pain, but not like this. I can't simply stay here and allow Clara to kill my child.
She takes out a syringe and fills it with the deadly liquid while I'm looking at her petrified. My legs are aching and I'm not sure how long can I even walk like this, not to talk about running. So, I'm basically grounded while Clara is about to kill my child.
"Silene, it's your time to pay the price for taking my man," she laughs, the sound of her voice filling the room in the most unpleasant way. "Also, you having his child doesn't enchant me too much. I'm giving you one last chance to save yourself. Tell me where are they and I'll pretend that I did you the medicine and keep my promise. Tonight you'll be out of here and free if you cooperate."
"Not in a million years!" I scream with the last remaining force that I have. "I hope you'll die bitch!"
"The one who's gonna die tonight is you, and I'm not having any regrets about it," Clara says in a fake affected voice. "God knows I tried."
She turns her back on me, putting the small box on El Zorro's desk. And that is the moment when I see it — a small silvery gun hanged on her belt.
Hold the fuck on. I just saw my ticket to freedom. But, I have to play it really well to make it work out.
"I got sick of you," Clara says approaching me with the poison. "I offered you a chance and you don't wanna take it, now you'll have to suffer the consequences you and the child."
"Clara," I whisper.
"What?" the bitch exclaims loudly. "Can't hear you."
"Sorry," I go on.
I know it's dumb, but the only way to get the gun is to make her come closer.
"Yes?" Her face seems confused as she's putting herself on her knees next to me, still holding that syringe in her hand.
"I wanted to ask you." I don't think I could speak in a more lower volume.
"What?" Clara's still perplexed, but she comes closer, her ear being now extremely close to my lips.
"I wanna know what you'll do to them if I'll tell you?" I try to formulate my phrases as good as possible because this bitch shouldn't suspect anything.
"Oh, nothing, I promise you." A sudden flash of excitement appears on her face. "El Zorro wants revenge, but I don't care, I only want Juan, I won't do shit to the rest. If you're smart enough and see the opportunity, you're the one who's winning here. Think about it, Juan versus your friends, your life and your child, I think it's a pretty good deal."
"Yes." My heart is racing while my hands are slowly going for her belt. "Come closer, I'll tell you, but I'm afraid El Zorro might listen to us."
"Of course," Clara says getting even closer till a point where our bodies are almost glued to each other, "tell me."
"Well," I start nervously, "first of all, I'm gonna tell you all about their hideouts."
"Absolutely," Clara laughs.
My only problem is that she hasn't lowered the hand in which she's holding the poison. But, I can't stay after that, sometimes it's now or never.
"The first one is..."
The coldness of the gun embraces my palm. A smile of satisfaction instantly appears on my face. It's like that moment with Sancho, only a million times better, because by now I'm quite sure I know how to shoot a gun.
"You fucking bitch!" Clara yells in the moment when she realizes.
But it's too late. For both of us.
She pushes the syringe in my hand, releasing a part of its content in the same time when I gather all the remaining force that I have and kick her in the stomach by using my wounded feet.
The scream is common, so is the pain.
I take out the syringe from my arm and empty it on the floor. I'm scared. I don't know how that shit will affect me. The bitch still put something in me even if it wasn't the full amount.
"Don't move!" I scream aiming the gun at her. "I'll blow your fucking brains if you dare to move!"
A loud laugh comes out from her throat, making it all seem like she's choking. Then, she looks at me with her devious smile and winks.
"Sure, darling, with rubber bullets."
Fuck. I didn't expect that. But, it's not like they can't cause pain or even death if shoot from a good angle.
A loud scream replaces the laughter as my first bullet hits its target — Clara's knee.
"You, cunt!" the woman screams in agony. "Imma rip your head off."
"How?" I laugh releasing the next bullet.
This one misses its target, and it goes in her shoulder instead of her chest. But it makes her scream, so it's good.
"Please, stop," Clara is almost begging me.
"No, bitch," I laugh, " I decide when it's enough and for everything you did, I think you have the entire magazine left."
So I shoot. Bullet after bullet penetrating her body, making the bitch scream while her blood is making small puddles on the floor. I don't even care if they reach their target or not, I just want to see this woman suffering after everything she did.
"Stop," she cries. "Please."
"I think you want more," I laugh pulling the trigger.
But, to my shock and surprise it's empty. I have no more bullets and this whore haven't died yet, for fuck's sake.
It's not that those of us who do reckless things don't care about the consequences. No. We care as much as anyone else. It's just that we can't see them until it's too late. We only see them when they are in front of our noses. And, right now, Clara is looking at me with the evilest smile that I've ever seen in my life while taking out another gun from her jacket.
"Check mate, bitch," she laughs.