Author's note:
Ok, so sue me. The music selection may not match the timeframe during the story, but it was the only thing that came to mind concerning the very...ahem, stimulating phone conversation later in the chapter.
A month after Stella was kidnapped from the safety of her home, Capitan El Leon's men finally had their way with her as she predicted since the Elitists had no use for her services, so they threw Stella to the lower ranks like meat in a lion's den. But she grinned cruelly knowing that she had already lost everything and in essence had nothing to fear.
What was taken from her was already given freely and with beautifully orchestrated consent. They could not break Stella. It was impossible, so she let them ravage her that night as long as she kept her eyes closed so she could envision her last encounter with Jose. She kept it imprinted in her mind, never to be erased. It served as her ammunition against the pain.
Soon, the soldiers grew tired of her due to her refusal to emote a reaction, they couldn't even climax inside Stella, due to her lack of response. The men secretly feared Stella and soon beat her down comparing her to a frigid cold fish.
As if the pendejos could justify their words, hiding behind their threatened masculinities and wounded egos. I will continue mocking these simple-minded scum, by refusing them release, she scoffed.
The offended soldiers decided to send Stella to a safe house in the slums of San Salvador.
Upon inspection, the dirty, ransacked conditions of the safehouses were horrible, but what was worse were the desolate empty faces of the girls who had been raped and beaten; stripped of their dignity. Stella definitely stood out, with her wits and most importantly her mind intact. She felt nothing but a nonchalant biding of her time until she found the opportunity to be out of the men's' grasp.
The entire wait took a month as she kept count, before the Liberation Army sold her off to the US as a Honduran bride, to be paired up with another deplorably sick excuse of a man named Sean McFarland. Stella found it quite humorous how small and weak her new husband was, both figuratively and physically speaking. Until then, Stella never knew a man's penis could be so small.
But then something totally unexpected ended up throwing off Stella's defiantly arrogant disposition and her world suddenly fell apart. She was pregnant, and it was definitely Jose's, in fact by the time her new, visibly upset husband discovered it during a "pre-coital" medical examination of the new bride, she was almost four months pregnant and she was having a girl.
Stella remembered vividly when she left the doctor's office after her discovery, how she then feared for her child's safety. Jose didn't think to prepare her for this, unfortunately.
Stella witnessed Sean talking on the phone with a man that she could only assume was in El Salvador. He looked in her direction and abruptly closed the door of his study so she couldn't hear. In her panic, she ran outside the home towards a phone booth. She needed to get the word out to Jose to protect her again because it was not only her life at stake anymore, it was their child's.
Five months later, Stella went into labor. After many hours, or days as Stella couldn't tell anymore, her intolerance of the incessant beeping of the monitors was mind-numbing, yet the periodic spasms that rocked the petite seventeen year old's body was so agonizing that during the labor, she had once stopped breathing, forcing the hospital staff to intubate her. The situation further acknowledged the fact that her hope in relief was next to impossible at that point. She was dying and her daughter would never see her first sunrise.
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BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones
Action"GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!" roared Carlos. To their horror, they heard gunshots and glass breaking. Both girls started screaming as Carlos pulled out a pistol from his trench coat. Florida and Greta covered their ears, trying to duck as low as they c...
