4 Mexico (1/2)

Your arrival in Mexico, in the shabby gazebo. But this gazebo represented her first real home. She had scrubbed the place so cleanly with Jessica that one could eat from the floor. They were like young dogs by their own 20 square meters and exhausted laugh fell on the saggy mattress of the double bed. The rusty hinges had shrieked in protest, and Jessica had always said that this antique would eventually collapse under her butt.

But the little one should be wrong, that damned bed withstood untold burdens in a very particular night. And in the end, their refuge was desecrated and the ground soaked in blood.

She remembered as if it had been yesterday. She came in a good mood from Jos Lokal with two hot dogs and a bottle of Coke under her arm, when she saw from afar that the door of her bower was open.

Sam felt the warm wind of the night on her skin, she smelled the smell of food that flowed through the outdoor fan of Jos Lokals to her and how the blond hairs of her forearms warned.

Jessica always kept the door locked when she was alone. Sam had vehemently told her that, and the kid, who had had so many bad experiences for her young life that it would last for more than two rebirths, was always scrupulous.

Sam hesitantly walked towards the door. Carefully she set foot on the creaking wooden floorboards of the porch. Deep inside, her instincts came in and shouted, ”Run away, fuck yourself.”

As if in a trance, she turned off the hotdogs and Coke on the porch and opened the door, only enough to allow her to quietly slip into the interior of the arbor.

With a lithe motion, she reached for the metal baseball bat, which was leaning against the wall near the door. As her left hand closed around the cold metal and she felt the reassuring weight of the bat, she simultaneously felt the stifling air inside - she took a deep breath. Her nostrils shook like an excited racehorse just before the start.

She smelled the slight copper aroma of blood and the much stronger smell of ammonia in male semen. Everything in her screamed again, not to take the next step. With another step, she would get a clear view of the rusty, old bed.

She had lifted her left foot to the next step as she froze a rough, male whisper. The words reached their ears, but their brains refused to grasp their meaning.

”Little princess, no one has ever given me so much pleasure as you. As thanks I will drown you in my juice. It's a pity you will not remember it.