Chupacabra | 18+ | ✔️

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▪︎■ Ainara Moreno ■▪︎

When he reached me, he grabbed me by the jaw and brought his face close to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face, but it left me feeling even colder than before. A hundred times worse than any russian temperature could ever make me shiver.

His good eye observed my face and he licked his lips in the most disgusting way. I felt the blood loss making me weak and dizzy but him saying the same words he said only minutes before he forced me to come with him to get raped... Yes, I felt weak because of that, too. Absolutely.

"You know, I was really fucking angry you killed Gutiérrez, but honestly... I could have overlooked that if you would have been mine while I ruled the cartel. Just as you were supposed to. I've wanted you since that bastard- your father, let himself get shot like the fucking idiot he was. I maybe even would've overlooked that you let the dogs eat me and my fucking eye... But what I can't forgive you, is that you let Gutiérrez fuck what's mine... And that you let him put that fucking bastard inside of you, you stupid whore." His voice was only a whisper, words meant only for me and him. Even though they were said quite quietly, they left me wanting to throw up with such a force and influence on my stomach that I shuddered.

Roughly, he let go of my chin.

"I was never yours. Nor was I ever Gutiérrez's. You sick pigs took everything from me and Adrin! You deserve to pay your dear boss a fucking visit in hell!" I said with an hoarse voice. I felt Adrin's gaze on me now.

He laughed right into my face, then looked at Adrin.

"Ainara, little Ainara... You really were dumb enough to fall in love..." He darkly chuckled again, shaking his head. Emilio rounded me like prey and I felt a cold shudder creeping over my back. "I thought I had fucked this shit out of you." Emilio said, directed at me, although looking at Adrin. He gritted his teeth.

"You fucking-"

I heard him moving, footsteps and when I turned my head to look at him there was already one of his men hardly kicking him to the ground. His knees hit the ground and he gasped quietly. 

I wanted nothing more than to run to him, kiss him and tell him everything was going to turn out fine but then I felt Emilio's hand on my throat, creeping around my neck from behind. He forced me to look up at him.

My strengh was leaving me more and more by every passing second and I knew I wasn't strong enough to do this alone or be anyhow helpful to Adrin. My last hope were Iwanow and our plan.

"I will fucking kill you, but before, I will take your second eye out of that ugly skull. Even if I have to die, even if it's the last thing I do. I'm a weapon, I don't fall in love. I have nothing to lose, Emilio," I spat at him, using the little strengh I had left to form a grin.

But his grin was bigger, making mine disappear, fading instantly.
I knew him.
I knew him better than I would have liked to.

That was why I knew he had something horrible planned.
That he in fact, also knew me well enough to have something against me.

"Oh, I know you would. The only weakness we never got to beat out of you, apparently... You still put others before you. You do have a weakness, my little slut. And what a satisfying one it is... Dimitri, get her inside!"

Him and his hand on my throat left me and I couldn't help but gasp for air, bringing my own hand onto to the place he had squeezed previously.

A door opened a few feet away and I watched Emilio walking into the same direction while he drew a knife that was awfully familiar to me.