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𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓾𝓪𝓱𝓪-𝓜𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓸
11:30 𝓐𝓜
𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 1 𝓐𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽 2009

Images blur in front of her eyes. A large Mexican man kneels over her. [En Espanol] "Hold her still!!" Everything returns to black. Her abdomen is pierced by a searing agony. Savannah gradually opens her eyes. Marco sits to her left. Her wrist is connected to his by a tube. He is giving her his blood. But why? Everything goes black again before she can ask. Savannah groans and opens her eyes. She is back in her room. The same jail cell as previously... What happened? What brought her here? Her body is covered by a white business shirt. A bandage wraps across her abdomen. Why is it that she can't recall how she got here? And why is she wearing such a big shirt? What in the world happened?!"Hola Senorita" comes out of nowhere.
Savannah jumps up, startled. "There's no need to be afraid," Lalo smiles. "I see you have awoken, and taken your time," he says, blinking. "I apologize," she says hesitantly. Lalo grins and assists her in sitting up. "It's been four days since your little incident." "Four days," she mumbles. Lalo removes a hair from her lips. "Open wide," he adds, holding out a white pill. "What is that?" "Medication from the doctor, to ensure your well-being." Savannah takes it from him. She takes the glass of water with a trembling hand and drinks the pill, apprehensive about its purpose."Well done," Lalo says as he gently strokes her head. "Now, tell me." ""Excuse me, could you please tell me what happened?" "Please tell me everything." "I don't.. I'm.." Lalo smiles. "Who did that to you?" "Nobody, I had a fall." "Must have been a hard fall," Lalo quips humorously. Savannah sighs and shakes her head. "I don't, I am sorry, I don't know.." "We'll get back to you on that," Lalo says as he rises. "Dont go anywhere," he says before shutting the door. Savannah scoffs. "As if," she murmurs. She notices a strong odor on her sleeve. Her nose is stroked by a familiar scent. However, she is unable to identify the odor. It doesn't take long for the door to reopen. When Tuco steps in, her heart beats in her throat. His arms are spread over his wide chest. He does not say anything. He simply stands there. Savannah could only picture the anger that must be coursing through his veins.
 "Marco requests his shirt back," he eventually says. Was it Marco's shirt? Tuco retrieves a long green lace dress from the wardrobe and throws it at her. She catches it with a sigh. Tuco firmly commands, "Now." Savannah gulps. When Tuco is present, she genuinely does not wish to change. Tuco sighs and rolls his eyes. "Do you have hearing difficulties? Or do I need to assist you?!" Savannah shakes her head, terrified of what he could do with that hand. She hesitantly approaches, groaning. She begins unbuttoning her expensive blouse. Her back is turned to Tuco. While she attempts to regulate her breathing, her heart races in her throat. What exactly did Lalo intend by that?  She jolts upright, filled with fear, as she senses Tuco's hand upon her shoulder. "Tuco," she utters in a trembling voice, yet he manages to soothe her. "I kindly request your assistance, as I am experiencing significant discomfort." "That is a consequence of your own actions," he responds in a cold and indifferent manner. Savannah suppresses the urge to shed tears. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth firmly. Tuco laughs as he pins her between his body and the closet. "What's up? Why aren't you talking anymore? Where's that big mouth of yours? Savannah's stomach churns. When he softly kisses her neck, she moves her head to the side. Savanah takes a long breath to quiet her sobbing and looks at the wooden seal. She simply gave up fighting. She is aware that her father and mother will be displeased, but she simply cannot do it any longer. Her mind is fractured, and she is in anguish. She's not even sure what she wants anymore. She prayed for death not long ago. And then, as she was about to die, she was terrified of dying. She was so terrified that she seized Marco's hand... And begged him to spare her life by whispering his name... And now...now he had done it, and she wasn't sure whether she should be grateful or sorry. Tuco caressing and massaging her body like if she were a toy to be played with whenever he felt like it... So, she's not sure about anything anymore. In the end, they were probably gonna kill her anyway... So, why? Is this his way of torturing her? "That was brave," Tuco says. His voice is rough and deep. He was tracing the inside of her jaw with his thumb. Running over the underside of her lip. His hungry eyes are eating her up right where she is. His chest pressed against her. He just stares at her with his deep brown eyes. He's trying to figure out what he wants to do. She understands what he desires. He presses his body into hers. His fingers tangle in her hair's roots. When he chews on her nipple, she exhales. He brushes his fingers across her lips. ""Please be quiet, we don't want to attract any more attention," he whispers softly into her ear. He inserts three fingers inside her. Slipping it in and out more forcefully. Each time with greater vigor. She whimpers, which seems to delight him. Pain, humiliation, and anguish. She had no desire to sleep with Tuco. The psychotic homicidal maniac. However, now... She didn't have a choice. He was far too powerful, and she lacked the will to fight. With rage and hunger, his thumb hammers against her clit... Trying to elicit a groan from her. He takes his hand away, turns her back to him, and pushes her into the bed. "Tuco, please," she pleads. "Shut up," he commands. "Perá, shut up and moan!" Savannah brushes her teeth against the bedspread. She attempts to hide her face in the pillow, closing her eyes. Attempting to sob her tears. Her pained brief groans and wails were excruciating. Meanwhile, Tuco removes his pants. He laughs and grabs her. He quickly pins her hands over her head and heaps himself on top of her. Savannah feels like she's going to choke for a second. A large anaconda seizes her and tries to shatter her insides. He then forces himself inside her. She feels terrible and filthy, almost as if she were a monster herself.Tuco growls and struggles to keep his breathing under control.He stands up. ""Get dressed," he says, fastening his pants. He walks out of the room without saying anything further. Savannah quietly sobs and swallows. She pauses for a moment to compose herself. She wipes her tears away and climbs into a bowl. Her abdomen screams in agony. A small scream leaves her lips as she strains her body once again.
She cautiously stands up and picks up the dress Tuco had discarded on the floor. She goes into the closet and puts on her lime green caged bra and cheeky panty. As she attempts to lift the dress, she hears a knock. "Oh dear," she exclaims, gasping. She places her hand on the bandage. When she falls with a bounce on the floor, she lets out a small scream. In a state of panic, Nacho asks, "Savannah?" and rushes into the room. He looks at her from her position on the floor, near her dress. It doesn't take long for him to comprehend the situation. A grin forms on his lips. "Please don't," she cautions. Nacho crosses his arms. "May I offer you any assistance?" he inquires. "No, thank you," she replies firmly. Nacho playfully slides his hand, indicating that she should continue dressing. Savannah tries to stand up. Nacho bursts out laughing. "Of course, join me in laughter. You all. You've been doing nothing but that since the beginning. Laughing and having a good time with me!!" Nacho chuckles, shaking his head. Her outburst almost seems like a joke to him. "Oh, you think this is funny?" "No, no. "Not at all," Nacho laughs and shakes his head. He approaches her and helps her get back on her feet. Savannah lets out a sigh. As she nearly loses her balance, she glances into Nacho's eyes. His strong arms provide her with support. His captivating dark eyes express concern. "I appreciate your assistance," she softly says. Nacho lifts the garment and helps her put it on. "Come along, it seems you could benefit from a bath." "Do I have an unpleasant odor?" Nacho chuckles and shakes his head once more. He opens the door and gestures with his finger for her to follow. Savannah quickly puts on her green flats and follows him. Nacho possessed unique qualities. He was exceptionally kind, compassionate, and humane. The hot water washes away all the grime and leftovers from Tuco off her body. Her eyes well up with tears once more. She needs a break... a break to let go. She stands in the shower, distressed and weeping. Shivering, weeping furiously, and, most importantly, letting it all out.She walks out of the bathroom, clean and brushed. Nacho is sitting on the ground, playing with a ball.
He gazes at her, raising his eyes. "Are you hungry?" Savannah hesitates to reply, not wanting to confront Tuco at that moment. "Please don't worry, it's just you and me. Everyone has gone to Don Eladio's residence. To put it simply, he is the leader of the cartel. I kindly request that you do not leave me alone outside." Savannah offers a gentle smile, indicating her willingness for some quality time with Nacho. "Very well," she responds. His lips curve into a reassuring grin.

As Savannah and Nacho unwind in the garden, time passes leisurely. He enjoys a beer while she opts for a jarritos. She had promised Nacho that she would sample every flavor. Their conversation covers a wide range of topics, including friends, family, and childhood memories.
Nacho chuckles softly as he takes a sip of his beer. "That's incredible! I find it hard to believe you actually did that," he exclaims. "Well, I suppose it's because I'm such a timid individual," she replies playfully. "No, no," Nacho responds, shaking his head. "Just. you didn't seem the type." Savannah beams. "You don't know half of me," she says, blinking. Nacho is taken aback. "Now," he replies, standing up. "You told me your father taught you to dance." "Oh no, no no!" Savannah objects. Nacho laughs. "Oh yes," he exclaims, grabbing her hands. "Nacho.." She sighs and stares him in the eyes. "All right," she says. "But we don't have any music." Nacho chuckles. "Ah," he replies, taking his phone from his pocket. He puts on the music Despacito."Are you serious?" she inquires. "It's a fantastic dance song," he comments. Savannah laughs. "I haven't danced in like... ten years." "I'll lead," he says as he grabs her hand in his. Savannah chuckles, taking care not to step on his toes. The music gradually concludes. He stops and gazes into her eyes. Savannah gulps. Nacho blinks and releases her. "Well, you are not a bad dancer," he remarks. Savannah chuckles. "Well, yes," she chuckles. They sit down again, unaware of what had transpired. "Are you hungry?" he inquires. Savannah nods. "Yes, somewhat," she admits. Her stomach rumbled like an agitated wolf. Nacho stands up. He assists Savannah in rising and escorts her to the kitchen. Nacho shares stories about his upbringing with his father, working in the garage, and preparing chicken chimichangas for them. Savannah observes as he speaks and cooks. She admires men who can cook. And she has never had chimichangas before. She takes a sip of her jarritos and listens attentively. He had a challenging life. That is for certain. She had a wonderful day today, all thanks to Nacho. Although it started off rather frightening. She enjoyed conversing with him, but she was also glad that she could have dinner alone. They were the only ones at the table, savoring the delectable meal. One thing was for certain, that man certainly knew how to cook! As they were finishing dinner, her worst fear came true. Tuco and his family were returning from Don Eladio's. Lalo politely says "Hello" and enters the room. He looks at Savannah and blinks. Savannah smiles and offers Nacho the dry dish. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Nacho inquires. "Yes, it was pleasant," Tuco adds without looking at Savannah. Savannah swallows. What was the problem with that gentleman?! Nacho turns to face Savannah. She nods. Nacho's understanding leads her back to her room. He says, "Good night, Savannah." "Thank you, Nacho; I had a delightful day," she adds. Nacho nods. "Nacho, good night," she says. Nacho closes the door. For the first time, she does not feel so alone. Nacho had good intentions. That much was evident.