Chapter 1.

HELP.

¿Why does my name keep coming out of his mouth?

I wanted to escape from the beginning, this shouldn't have happened.

Now I find myself running here naked with a wound on my right side.

That woman is crazy, but I must be crazier to have believed her words… how naive and innocent I was to believe her words…

Thais come back… don't leave a trail of blood because I'm close, was what Cora told Thais in the middle of the darkness, who even though she had long legs couldn't run any further.

No

She was injured and had trouble breathing, her eyes were getting heavier and sleepier, she was close to dying, but she didn't want to die so that Cora would find her, because she was sure that heartless woman would find a way to bring her back to life…

Thais, Thais…

The little guinea pig, a predator begins to follow your trail, you are fast, but that body of yours can't run like lightning… I must assume that your legs are shaking, right now you are tired and your eyes must be heavy, surely your hands are resting on your knees while you try to catch your breath a little.

Cora intended to annoy her prey, she was like a feline that tires out its prey first and then devours it in its exhaustion.

Thais was doing exactly what Cora indicated, so she asked out loud and with a tired voice: ¿Where are you? ¿Are you behind me, in front of me, above me or below me, tell me garbage where are you?

 The desperation could be noticed in the words of the 19-year-old girl who then heard the footsteps of someone running towards her and before she could recognize where they came from, a hand grabbed her neck and knocked her down onto the dry leaves of the place.

The blow when she fell did nothing, but hurt the wound on her side and made the girl let out a heart-rending scream from within her full of pain and agony, to hear the words: I'm on you Thais, followed by a Machiavellian and demonic laugh.

It was as if she had finally found fun in front of her, but by the time her lips were close to his face his eyes were so clouded that his consciousness faded and the last thing she remembered was a deep and intoxicating kiss from a woman who was straddling her wounded body, licking her lips and laughing at them, it was as if psychopathy was made into a woman, but with a beautiful face and a lovely body…

What a piece of shit woman who can't accept that not all of us have pathological deviations like her, however, I am a prisoner of her desires, I can't refuse, and even in my semi-unconscious state I can feel the pain of a needle penetrating the wound; I don't want to be like this…

I DON'T DESERVE THIS KIND OF LIFE!

I'm just learning to live... ¿how come I'm involved in a strange situation with a 29-year-old woman? ¿Why do I always have to obey? ¿Why does my body have to be more honest than my words and even if I want to pay, my mind is also a prisoner of it...?