He put me on my fours and fucked me hard, while squeezing the sides of my belly, one of the most bruised places on my body. It was actually good to feel a bit of pleasure after everything I’ve been through, but, in the first chance I had or when Paulo let his guard down, I would make him pay for everything he had done.
***
The days were passing and it was clear that Paulo was feeling closer to me. Maybe he didn’t love me, but he was already showing he enjoyed living with me, while I was pretending to accept and like the sexual practices I subjected myself to do.
Also, he was slowly opening himself to me. After telling me a bit of his past, I could already understand the reasons for his revenge, in a way; even though I couldn’t agree with it.
In fact, Eric had always been his love, but he had never seen him more than as the brother he never had. And, blind by his love, Paulo had subjected himself to an incredible amount of painful situations, in order to help or comfort Eric, although the man himself had never noticed that the person right in front of him loved him more than anything.
Through the years, Paulo realized that he was preventing himself to live or to give his heart to other people, still in the hope that he could be noticed. Until he got tired and gave up on everything, choosing to take revenge in order to lessen his pain and the sad memories Eric had left behind.
After all, if he couldn’t be happy, he would do everything to guarantee that Eric wouldn’t be, as well.
***
In a certain afternoon, while I was reading for the third time the book that Paulo had given me, he surprised me by unlocking the door and entering the bedroom in pure rage. I felt tense right away and threw the book on the bedside table, beside the lamp. It was impossible for me not to feel nervous for, whenever things didn’t go well at work, he got more brutal in the domination.
“Damn it!” he yelled, throwing his working briefcase against the wall and walking from one side to the other of the bedroom.
“What happened?” I asked, shrinking myself at a corner of the bed.
“Eric! He wants to move to another branch in order to get away from me,” Paulo answered furiously, before punching the door. His hand was cut with the punch, but he didn’t seem to notice it or to feel the pain.
“Keep calm, Paulo. It's no use to react like this!”
“You’re right. I need to find a way to prevent him from doing so.”
He kept walking from side to side, breathing heavily and considering a solution for the problem. Carefully, I walked slowly towards him, then, I held his arm.
He looked at me in confusion.
“I want you to know that I’m with you,” I said, looking into his eyes, without stuttering.
“What do you mean by that?”
“That I’ve forgotten about Eric already. You were right about the Syndrome and I can see clearly that I didn’t love him for real. Now, that I’m completely and exclusively yours I see how amazing it is our master-slave relationship. I feel that what we are doing is unique and that’s why I give myself to you on my own will. So, if my master feels bad, I want him to punish me until he is feeling fine once again,” I answered, not even once dodging my eyes from his. Offering myself to be dominated by him in a state like that probably wasn’t a good idea, but it would undoubtedly make him trust me more.
Paulo seemed completely surprised and, after a few seconds without saying anything, he advanced on me and kissed me hard. I let his tongue and lips explore mine and I hugged him. Slowly, I pulled him towards the bed, where he fell over me.
Paulo kissed me fiercely and full of desire, while his hands wouldn’t stop moving over my body. I was returning the favor in the same intensity.
“I don’t want to love him anymore,” he confessed between kisses. I noticed a few tears running from his eyes, but he didn’t stop what we were doing. He wanted to use me to forget the pain he was feeling.
“So, forget about him. Love me instead!” I said, biting his neck. He moaned loud and changed our positions, placing me over him.
“I want to, but I can’t!” Paulo said, while I was rolling my hips over his dick, which was completely hard. I was looking right into his eyes.
“Let me help you, then,” I whispered while tearing his shirt apart. Several buttons flew over the bed and Paulo faced me with a surprised and excited look.
“How?”
“Give yourself to me in the same way I gave myself to you. Let me dominate your body and heart!” I took a risk with that plea and Paulo seemed apprehensive at first. Then, I bent over his chest and whispered in his ear something that could convince him. “I think I’m in love with you.”
His eyes were full with surprise, but he seemed to have liked what he heard.
“Then, go ahead. Dominate me!” he said, full of conviction.
“Very well, then,” I agreed and scratched his defined chest with strength, making him moan in pleasure and pain. Instantly, red marks popped up.
“Yes!” he yelled. “I really deserve to be punished for letting myself love him for so long, someone who doesn’t want me. He doesn’t deserve me after everything he made me suffer,” Paulo said and I slapped him in the face.
“Say it again, but, now, in the way that I want to hear,” I demanded, looking into his eyes, as he used to do to me.
“Eric doesn’t deserve me, but my owner does. Please, punish me until I’m able to love you too.”
“Good boy! I’ll discipline you in the right way,” I said, inserting my hand into his briefs and squeezing his balls with a certain pressure.
Paulo’s body writhed while he moaned intensely.
“Do you want more of this?” I asked. “Do you?”
“Yes,” he answered with difficulty.
“Then, beg me to keep on going,” I teased him, increasing the pressure.
“I want more, master, please.”
I slapped his face hard and pulled his hair, bringing him closer to me.
“That’s not enough. Show me you want it,” I demanded and spit on his face, before giving him a slap that even made my hand burn.
“Punish me, please, master. I was a fool to give my feelings to that man and I deserve to be punished as you wish,” he begged me, squeezing the right side of my belly. He bit his lower lip, staring at me with submission. Apparently, he enjoyed being in both positions ― dominator and submissive ― and that was the great sign I had been waiting for. I was going to punish him in a way he wouldn’t enjoy at all.
“Now I liked what I’ve heard…” I said, bending over Paulo. He closed his eyes, still biting his lower lip, while moaning intensely with the moved my ass was making over his dick, which was pulsing, so hard and excited it was inside his pants. “Your punishment, though, needs to be severe. “I whispered, pulling the lamp that was over the bedside table while he remained with his eyes closed.
That was my chance and, luckily, the lamp unplugged easily from its socket and, not thinking it twice, I used it to hit hard against Paulo’s head, who opened his eyes with surprise. When he touched his forehead, he realized it was bleeding and, before he could react, I hit it again. Again and again, until I was sure that he had actually lost consciousness.
I was shaking in fear, but I needed to be strong and put my escape plan into action, for I wouldn’t have another opportunity in the future if I failed.
It was literally a matter of freedom or death.
Chapter 22
I moved away from Paulo’s body trembling, completely nervous. It was the first time he had allowed me to take charge and I had no idea if that would happen ever again, so I couldn’t miss the chance of trying to escape.
I stared at the scenery for a moment; he had passed out on the bed, with a huge cut on his forehead that wouldn’t stop bleeding. I still couldn’t believe that I had really had the nerves to do such a thing, but, at that moment, all I had to do was take an action and make it worth it.
Therefore, I went to his briefcase and opened it.
There, I found the silver cellphone that could control me.
I gave my best to find any information regarding the chip, but there wasn’t a manual or anything of the sort for the owners. Thus, I focused on the tracker, which had a map of the capital city with three dots in different colors.
The red and the yellow ones were together at the same place we were, so I assumed it was supposed to represent the device and me. The third one was blue and it was located in a street near downtown. It could only be the people's trafficking agency. When I clicked over the dot, some contact information popped out, like telephone number, location and e-mail. That damned place used the name New Horizon – Exchange Agency as a cover for the illegal business they had been running inside. How ironical could that be?
So that Paulo wouldn’t wake up too soon, I tied him with the same ropes he used to tie me. That way, I would feel more safe and would manage to think better, not being afraid of him getting up from the bed anytime soon.
The first thing to do was get myself rid of the chip so I could leave the apartment. Even though I had no clue where it was, there was only one place I could think of and I was hoping to be right. After all I had risked everything on that possibility.
Therefore, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a small knife, sharp enough for what I had to do. I went to the bathroom and looked at my reflection on the mirror. My face had showed nothing but sadness and sorrow for a long time. However, I had a chance to change that and I wouldn’t waste it.
My hands were shaking and my heart was almost jumping from my chest, so enthralled I was, but I had to keep on going. The way Paulo always touched me at the side of my belly and made a point to kiss it, it could only mean that it was there. Everything that made me vulnerable excited him. I hoped more than anything that I hadn’t taken another wrong decision for this one I wouldn’t be able to repair.
Avoiding to think about the pain, I took off my shirt without hesitation and placed the tip of the knife in the right side of my belly. Before I could even consider giving up, I pushed it in, making the cut. When I felt it entering, I screamed in pain and my sight got black immediately. With a hand, I held the sink, trying to hold myself until I got back to normal.
When I was able to see again, I looked at the blood running down my leg and moved the knife a little more, opening the cut in a width of three fingers. I didn’t know exactly where the chip was, so I needed to have some space to search. The pain was intense and excruciating, I felt the urge to stop, but there was no going back. I needed to be brave and strong like never before.
As soon as I threw the knife in the sink, I probed inside the cut with my index finger. The burn and the pain made me yell and cry, but, even then, I explored as much as I could. Every second every time I felt nothing but fat, I got more and more desperate. I needed to find that damned chip!
When, in one of these movements, I felt something small and flat to the touch, I was taken by hope. I tried to take it out, but I couldn’t move it, all that my finger could do was slide over its surface. Then, not thinking twice, I inserted a second finger and, even with some difficulty, I managed to pull it out.
It was a small rectangular chip, with a blue and a black side. It was thicker than what I expected it to be. When I tried to shake it, I could feel the move of the substances Paulo had mentioned to me before.
I threw it inside the toilet. It was a relief to know that that damned thing wasn’t inside of me anymore.
The cut in my belly was hurting and burning a lot.
I found a first aid kit in the bathroom, but it wouldn’t be enough. Hence, I went to the kitchen and grabbed the first knife I found. I turned on the stove and placed it over the fire to warm it up. I cleaned the cut with a damp cloth and as soon as the knife was hot enough, I placed it over the cut without hesitation. I screamed right away and my body writhed in pain, but it was what I needed to stop the bleeding. I had no idea how long it would take for me to get to a hospital.
After that, I covered the cut with some gauze and bandage.
When I got back to the bedroom, I was relieved to see that Paulo was still unconscious. I put on the first clean clothes and shoes that I found. I took a piece of paper and a pen inside his briefcase and also my fake documents. After that, I took note of the interchange agency that was responsible for my sell and dropped the device there. I didn’t want anyone to track me with that. At last, I looked for Paulo’s cellphone and wallet inside his pockets, where I managed to find almost a thousand dizus in cash.
I wouldn’t take anything with me but that. I had enough of terrible memories to haunt me to the rest of my life and I definitely wouldn’t want anything else that could intensify them.
Before I left, I stared at Paulo, unconscious and completely vulnerable in front of me. I felt so much hatred that I was dying to take a knife and make him pay for everything he had made me suffer. At the same time, though, I didn’t want to become someone like him.
Therefore, I decided to leave with a clean conscious, knowing that I had done nothing worse than what I needed to get myself free. I believed it would be easier for me to move on with my life without having the guilt of a murder in my mind.
Checking on the phone, I saw that it was still three in the afternoon.
I took the elevator, carrying Paulo’s key with me. All I wanted was to get to the street as soon as possible.
As soon as I got to the ground floor, the door attendant stared at me with suspicion. After all, he had never seen me there before.
“Good afternoon,” I said, with a smile.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” he answered, with cordiality.
I passed him by, trying not to let my anxiety show and, after I managed to open the door with shaking hands, I left the building. As soon as I set foot on the sidewalk and saw the cars and the people passing me by, I felt a huge relief. I did it!
I was free and all I had to do is get to the end of my plan as soon as I could.
Being so close to Eric’s building was tempting, but I hadn't run away from Paulo just to waste my freedom in the next minute. I would never again allow anyone to believe that they owned me. I wanted to be independent. Therefore, I stopped the first cab that I saw.
“Where to?” the driver asked, as soon as I sat on the back seat.
“Just a moment,” I asked and picked the piece of paper with the agency address, which I had scribbled before leaving the apartment. “Independence Street. Close to the New Horizon, the exchange agency.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said and started the car, heading to the address.
My plan could either work completely fine or be a total disaster, but I had to take that chance. I had no home or anywhere to go and a thousand dizus wouldn’t last for long. That was why I had to make sure that the agency that sold me was there.
The closer we got to our destiny, the more anxious I felt. Maybe I shouldn’t get that close in order to confirm it, but I had to see by myself that the address was right before taking the next step.
When we were half a block from the place and I could already read the sign, I asked the driver to stop the car.
“Here is fine,” I said, so he parked in the opposite side of the street.
“Right. That’s 15 dizus.”
“You may keep the change,” I said, giving him a 50 dizus note, which was the smaller one in Paulo’s wallet, and left the car. I had no time to waste for 35 dizus. Every second mattered.
“Thank you very much!” the man shouted from inside the cab.
I tried to walk calmly at the other side of the street, where there was a playground. In order not to call anyone’s attention, I sat on a bench where I had a great view, but wasn’t too exposed for whoever was inside the agency. I lowered my head and pretended to fuss with my cellphone, while I observed the place, furtively.
The agency was a three-story building and its doors were made of glass. I could clearly see a few men and women in uniforms attending on some real clients, but I saw no famil
iar faces.
Maybe I was wrong and the information on the cellphone was just a cover for the real location. Anyway, I remained there, watching whoever entered or left, for more than half an hour. At some point, a luxurious car stopped in front of the agency and Laurel stepped out, making me panic. At the same time, I stood up and turned my back on the building, going to the back of the playground and pretending to make a call.
When I turned my head back, I caught him entering the agency, which confirmed that the agency was where he was selling people.
I walked away for a few blocks and entered in a coffee shop that seemed to be crowded with rich people. One of the waitresses made a face when she looked at my humble clothes, but I ignored her and sat at a table in the back.
I was very afraid of being recognized in the streets by anyone I knew, so it would be safer to stay inside that place while I finished elaborating the last parts of my plan.
As soon as the nasty waitress came to take my order, I asked for a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. I was starving, for I still haven’t eaten anything so far, but the place had nothing but coffee drinks and desserts.
The cut in my belly was still aching and I knew I had to go to a hospital as soon as possible, but I couldn’t go yet. My priority was to decide what to do with my life after escaping.
Therefore, as soon as I took a bite of the cake, I took Paulo’s cellphone and dialed Eric’s number, which was in the memory.
“Paulo?” Eric’s hoarse voice sounded from the other side of the line, making my heart race.
“Sorry, it's not him,” I answered and he went silent for a while.
“Ianto? Why are you using his cellphone?” Eric asked, suspicious.
“I stole it, after hitting his head with a lamp for a dozen times and running away,” I confessed, feeling the tears coming.
Damn it! I still missed Eric a lot! However, I had been strong enough to get myself free from Paulo and I wouldn’t weaken one more time, no matter how much I loved Eric. My freedom was above everything else.
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