Hindsight

Jeopardy

For a long period, she didn't move from the fetal position she had curled herself into. Carlos had left her lying there hours ago as he tended to 'business' downstairs.

What creeped her out the most was him staring down at her for what seemed like forever before he actually left. He's a nutcase. She had pretended to be asleep the entire whole time in fears that if she didn't, he would continue his torment.

The pain in her lower abdomen have just been getting worse since she first woke up this morning. By the passing hour, the agony intensified, threatening her to pass out.

She balled her hands into fists as a sharp pain tore through her again. Biting her lip to suppress the urge to scream. She was burning up. The chills and sweat now confirmed her suspicion; she's having an infection.

"Heeeyyyy!!" she tried to yell but instead sounded weak like a dying animal. Her throat was horribly dry and hoarse, causing her to cough profusely. And that just further ached her fragile body.

"Heyyyy!!!!" she yelled once again with the hopes of getting his attention from downstairs.

"Qué quieres perra?" he asked annoyed to have been disturbed. "I'm busy. Make it quick."

"What did you do to me you sick bastard?!!"

He chuckled darkly, not saying a word.

Enraged, she felt her blood boil. Sobs ripped through her as the unforgiving pain sliced through her again. "I'm going to kill you! I swear! I will!"

His head cocked to the side. A small playful smirk filling his jawline, amused by her sudden display of confidence. He noticed her green, teary empty eyes. There wasn't a pint of fear in her eyes anymore. Just a blank stare. A stare that reflected a woman who's got nothing to lose nor the will to live.

Mission accomplished.

His eyes lit up the moment he heard her groan in pain. Feeling more alive with the gratifying sounds of her anguish.

"It hurts so bad..."

He exhaled, his face tightened as he does. "Nothing you don't deserve, sweetheart."
"After what your people did to my brother, you're lucky I didn't kill you..."

"What are you talking about?"

Erin was so utterly confused. What he just said scrambled her brain to pieces. She obviously hadn't got the faintest idea of the events that happened to his brother but was certain he was now dead. And she bet her entire paycheque that her Unit was responsible for that. That could only mean that they were looking for her.

"What I mean is...!" he shouted in frustration then stomped on her stomach. The stomps kept on coming and she found herself screaming once again but that only seemed to fuel him. The more she screamed, the harder he got.

"Carlos, stop..." she pleaded.

"What I mean is my baby brother is gone...forever...because of you." he said, roughly grabbing her overly damaged cheek and rubbed his thumb over it. Very intentionally causing pain.

She bit her lip, drawing blood, so that she wouldn't scream from the pain he was purposeful inflicting on her. She didn't want to give him any further satisfaction for his masterpiece.

"You deserve pain my sweetheart"

Erin scratched and clawed at his hand but it didn't quite make him loosen his grip at all. Before she knew it her body was practically going into shock and she couldn't stop trembling.

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The moment Voight and Antonio walked out of El Dorado International Airport, they were greeted by a man in uniform along with two detectives by his side.