Our Stay With It

Catalina

There must have been a breach in the system. Or a mistake. Or maybe he just got in the way of the kidnapping. So many scenarios go through my head on what could have happened, but none of them make any sense. As long as I can remember, they've only taken beautiful teenage girls. Yet this man is in front of me. And the only word that could describe him is beautiful.
I haven't been around many guys in my life, other then my dad, some guards, and technicians. But the ones I have seen are nothing compared to this Greek god.
Even though he has cuts running across his face and two black eyes, (probably from being punched in the nose) he is still the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I learned a long time ago to always keep a stony facad, yet somehow this stranger has my heart racing. He is fucking beautiful.
"I'll need to get his shirt off to further inspect his wounds."Mercedes mumbles to herself. Before anyone can see what is mine,I rush to take it off myself. Yet instead of finding the sculpted abs I am expecting, I see raw flesh and the words TU NO PUEDES. "You cannot." Mumbles Stephanie, peeking over my shoulder at his bare chest. I turn to look at Stephanie. "What the hell?" She clears her throat trying not to look intimidated but failing miserably. Good weak little bitch needs to know her place. "Umh..."She falters. I sigh. "Spit it out."I snap. "The words on his chest mean "you cannot" in Spanish." "How the hell do you know that?"I say, frustrated that I was not the first one to figure out. "My mom was Mexican."She retorts defensively. I huff in reply.
"I think I am going to throw up."Mercedes says.
She looks so distraught. I shake my head at her display of weakness. The bitch almost had my respect.
"Well we better start dressing his wounds, I would prefer to work with a antiseptic or peroxide but we will have to use what ever we can find."She looks around the room. "Catalina, bring me the food supply." "Who the hell do you think you are ordering around?" I narrow my eyes. "Catalina, please bring me the food supply." I purposely walk slowly to show my lack of respect. "Hurry the fuck up!"She snaps. In reply I walk slower.
By the time I finally reach the food supply, something is in the way. Or, as it turns out, someone.
"Move." I command. She does nothing. "I won't let you waste our food for some lost cause."The wench spits at me. "Move." I command again, more forcefully. She narrows her eyes. "I don't listen to creepy little loners like you."I raise my hands in mock defeat. "Ouch, that hurt let me go cry to my mommy."
She sneers, "I bet you don't even have a mother."
This bitch. I walk away a few feet, feigning defeat. But, before she can enjoy her victory, I whirl around and throw my favorite knife at the bitch. Without even looking, I know I've hit my target.... her lips.