Jessica Claire is the one and only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Travieso. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she's filthy rich and can get anything she wants with a snap of her finger. But in life, you can't always have it all. They all say that she's lucky because she can actually have all the things that she wants and she thinks that's absurd because if she can really have all the things that she wants... then why can't she have the self love that she always wanted? You see, love isn't just about receiving diamonds and roses. Love is about making your significant other realize that she is still worth it despite all the flaws and imperfections crawling on her skin.

"You can't escape me Samantha. Not now. Not tomorrow. Never." wika ni Tres sa nanggagalaiting tinig. I take a step backward to avoid his skin to touch mine. May kakaibang damdamin ang pumupukaw sa akin kapag nagdidikit ang mga balat namin. And its not normal. "Y-You can't lock me up in this Island Tres! Hindi mo ako pagmamay-ari! No one owns me!" kahit natatakot ay pilit kong pinatatag ang boses ko. "No sweetheart. I. Own. You. Your father sold you to me. Pag aari kita. So better be a good girl like before kung ayaw mong magalit ako. You know how mad dogs are." Mariing wika nito pagkatapos hapitin ang bewang ko na naging dahilan ng malakas kong pagsinghap. I am trapped with the Lions cage.

"I dont do love, Maddy. I do fucking." Nagulat ako sa sobrang bulgar ng mga salita niya ngunit hindi ako nagpahalata. "Then atleast make love to me." determinadong wika ko. If I cant get his heart, well atleast I can feel how to make love to him Im too desperate. I want him. I want his love. Bigla siyang tumawa ng mapanuya kaya natigilan ako. "You dont get it, dont you?" aniya. Hindi ako sumagot kaya muli siyang nagsalita. "I dont do love, if we're going to have sex, it was purely fucking. And fucking is different with love making." sarkastikong wika niya habang seryoso ang anyo. Nasaktan ako. Parang pinilipit ang puso ko. It hurts! Ngunit kita naman ngayon sa mukha niya na wala siyang pakialam sa nararamdaman ko. "And for the record, I cant love someone who killed my girlfriend." patuloy niya na mula sa seryosong anyo ay naging mabalasik iyon. Napalunok. I am guilty. Not because I killed her but because I am the reason why she died. "B-But you're p-protecting me." "I am doing my job." Damn! I wanna shout at him, curse him and slap him. Ang sakit. Ang sakit ng harap-harapan niyang sabihin sa akin lahat ng iyon. Ang sakit na harap-harapan niyang ipamukha na trabaho lang ang ginagawa niya. Para bang wala akong pakiramdam kung magsalita siya ng ganon. And this fucking heart is aching.

"H-Hanggang k-kailan m-mo ba ako ikukulong dito A-Alas?" tanong ko na niyakap ang dalawang tuhod habang hilam sa luha ang mukha. Itinaas niya ng Zipper ng pantalon niya at lumapit sa akin. So close that I can smell his breath. Hinawakan niya ang baba ko at tumingin ng diretso sa mga mata ko. Anger, hatred and lust was visible in his eyes. "Until I die." aniya na mabilis hinalikan ang labi ko. I closed my eyes and cried. Sa sakit at awa sa sarili. "If you want to leave this hell, kill me." mas lalo akong napaiyak.