Micaela p.o.v
Enough is enough!!! I screamed mentally and wiped my tears with my shaky hands.
I cannot live my life with this demon and let my soul; my dignity get crushed each time under his shoes.
Yesterday night he summoned me in the hall room where his business associates were drinking and partying. He ordered me to doll up and wear a dress which was nothing in the name of hiding my modesty.
“What happened wife? Dance for me. My guests are waiting to see your moves.” Albert’s voice resonated in the whole hall. Stealthily my gaze darted around the people present in the room. Some men were snickering while some were eyeing my body lustfully. Among all these men, none has the courage to stand against Albert Gomez. His bodyguard Diego was watching the show of humiliation with triumph.
Roaming all over the room, when my eyes finally landed back on him, my eyes welled up with unshed tears and I sniffed. “Please, Albert don’t do this to me. I beg ...” I was cut off before I could finish my sentence.
“Do as I say or else there will be another consequence. I will fuck you like a whore in front of them.” Hearing this my heart dropped in the pit of my stomach and my lips parted in shock. I looked at him with fear and vulnerability but I know my begging won’t melt the heart of this cruel monster.
“I’m doing.” My voice hoarse from all the crying.
“Good.” Saying he played the music. My eyes lowered on the floor and hands rose up with certain motion and my hips swayed as I danced to the tunes in slow and graceful way. My senses went numb and I tune my body with the music.
Suddenly someone pulled me to his arms and fisted my hair around his fingers, my head bend backward sharply and slammed his lips on mine. It was him. He chewed my lips and darted his tongue inside my mouth. I felt like bile rose up my stomach tasting liquor from him in my mouth. I felt disgusted with whatever he was doing. With my hands I tried to push him away but he was too strong. He pinned my hand behind my back and kept sucking, licking and biting the area around my neck and collarbone in front of all men. A show of who owns me. A show of being the owner of a beautiful woman whom they can see, lust, fill their mind with filthy thoughts but can never have me. My beauty is my curse.
“My wife is so sexy, isn’t she?” Albert asked after humiliating me in front of everyone. I dropped my gaze on the floor closing my eyes.
“She is the sexiest woman we have ever seen.” One of the men replied and my head snapped at his direction. He was a middle-aged man, eyeing me with lascivious eyes.
“Yes, indeed she is. You see I cannot control myself anymore. So, excuse me.” Saying he carried me over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. When he climbed the stairs, I lifted my head up and all the men were drooling me with their own filthy imagination.
One thing I realized tonight that the more I will endure, the more his atrocities will increase each passing day. He is a heartless monster. I had enough in this six months of marriage. I cannot bear his torture anymore. I will escape from this hellhole. I’m not a toy for his sick games.
Tonight, I will execute the plan I have been weaving for six months. I opened the locker of my wardrobe and collected the few cash I had been saving six months hiding from Albert hawk like eyes.
This money was solely mine and I got it from selling a pair of gold earring. My personal maid Luna, helped me in this matter. When she went for my shopping, she managed the transaction and brought me back the cash. It’s not enough but enough to run from this animal. Of course, few bucks were also spent on her to keep her mouth sealed.
The clock stuck twelve and it is the only time of the shuffling of the guards. I put on my sneakers and approached the attached bathroom taking the rope of bedsheets which I tied with each other to climb down. With the help of it I landed my feet on the ground of the backyard.
“Where are you going?” I heard the voce of someone and snapped at his direction. One of the guards saw me and he was running in my direction. I didn’t waste time and dashed from that place towards the jungle.
“Stop.” Their voices were coming from behind and I increased the speed of my legs. Nothing matters now except my escaping.
My escape plan wasn’t easy but I will run for my life. I hide behind a tree and covered my mouth with both my palms preventing from making any noise. The huge trunk of the tree hides my figure from their eyes and they jogged passing by. Once they were far gone, I looked either side and took the opposite direction.
I was almost out of the property and my legs were burning but I didn’t halt and continued when I reach the main road which connect the national highway. It was early dawn while my tired legs were giving up from covering such a long distance. I looked back and there wasn’t any guard behind my back.
Just then I saw a tourist bus and panting heavily I waved my hand in the air. The bus stopped and the door opened. With a sigh of relief, I climbed inside and thanks to almighty, there’s an empty seat in the second row beside an old lady who was sleeping with her mouth open. Plopping on the seat I leaned back resting against the head of the seat and closed my eyes intaking long breaths.
“Madrid.” I said to the ticket collector.
“100 Euros.” The old man said with a bright smile and I paid him the fair with a soft smile hiding my tension. He left and again I sagged my shoulder relaxing back.
My father lives in Bilbao with my step mother and their children, but it’s useless to go to him because he treated me like a commodity and had sold me off to my husband to clear his debt. As if my wish, my choice never mattered in his eyes. My step mother never liked my presence in that house and she has a great influence in creating a rift in my relationship with my father. And going back to Bilbao, he will only inform my husband which is a dangerously big no. I didn’t escape to get back to him. I will prefer to die starving in the road like some insects but won’t go back to him.
Apart from my father, I don’t have any close friend whom I can seek help. One that I had back in Bilbao, her name was Maria. But now I have no idea where she lives because after our high school she got married and I don’t have her new number. After my own marriage I was provided a new sim and a new cell phone. He took away my previous cell phone. Minimising my contact with the rest of the world.
I looked back onto my ring finger and felt relief not able to see the shackle on my finger. I had removed it from my finger before executing my plan. For some reason I felt a kind of freedom as I traced the finger with the pad of my other thumb.
Freedom. A freedom I craved for six damn months.
But finally, I made it.
Gradually my eyes dropped and sleep overtook my body with that thought. Tomorrow the first ray of the sunrise a new life will begin.
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