Day 398. It had been a year and one
month since she’d been taken against her will, and forced to become Decarlos’
trophy. She refused to refer to herself as his woman, even if he did so
himself. She hated him. With every fiber of her being, she despised Decarlos
He treated her like a queen,
despite his spouts of anger. She tried to avoid angering him most times,
because he could get violent when provoked. He never laid a hand on her, but
came close on many occasions, and the last thing Brooklyn wanted was to add
physical abuse to her long shit list.
Whenever he did let his anger get
the best of him, Brooklyn would wake up to a random bouquet of flowers and an
expensive gift, his apology for acting out. She could care less. She hadn’t had
any contact with her family or friends in over a year, so there were many nights
she would cry herself to sleep.
On the other nights, which were
most nights, he wanted to be intimate. The first few nights she was in Cuba she
flat out refused to let him touch her. But after a while he became fed up and
reminded her that her family’s survival depended on her. And just to prove that
he was deathly serious, he had her father’s older brother killed. Horrified,
she cried the entire time he was inside of her. Afterwards, she knew she’d
never be the same.
Some days she’d even contemplated suicide.
Maybe ending her life would keep her family out of harm’s way and free her from
being a prisoner in Decarlos’ enormous mansion. But anytime she got even close
to doing it, she’d chicken out.
The only thing she could do now was
Like every evening, Brooklyn sat at
Decarlos’ enormous dining table, enjoying a well cooked dinner prepared by his
live-in chef. It was something that Decarlos was very adamant about; they ate
together every evening, no ifs ands or buts. Brooklyn guessed it made him feel
like they were a real couple, but it honestly made her sick to her stomach, as
did anything pertaining to the man.
“How was your day?” he inquired.
Mentally, she rolled her eyes. She
was not allowed to leave his house without his personal body guards flanking
her, and acting as her chauffeurs everywhere she went. Everything was reported
to him hourly, so he knew exactly how her day went.
“Fine,” her answer was short and dry.
“Did you enjoy the farmer’s market?” he cut into his steak, then made eye contact with her as he
waited on her answer.
She shuddered at the intense look
in his eyes. “I did,”
He chewed before giving her a soft
smile. “I think it is quite admirable
that you eat so healthy. It will be beneficial to our child.”
Brooklyn paused, looking at her
abductor weirdly. “What?”
He never broke eye contact with
her. “After we wed, you will bare me an
heir.” The seriousness in his tone made Brooklyn’s stomach drop.
“Absolutely not,” she stated firmly. “You got what you wanted, I’m here.”
He studied her and at that moment
she knew he was displeased with her. But she could care less! He abducted her,
forced her into another country and kept the threat of killing her family off
to keep her compliant. She’d be damned if he forced her into a marriage too.
“Hablas como si tuvieras un opcion,” (You speak as if you
have a choice in the matter)
She glared at him. “no me voy a casar contigo. y nunca voy a
teine su hijos (I am not marrying you. And I refuse to carry your spawn).
Decarlos calmly rose from his chair
and walked towards the foyer leading to the west wing of the mansion. She held
her breath; maybe she would get through the night without a fight.
She felt him snatch her up, making
her chair topple over and slam her against the wall. He was seething.
“Perra….debes seguir probando mi paciencia, (Bitch…..must you
continue to test my patience) ” he hissed in her face. This was
the first time he’d ever called her out of her name, so she guessed she hit a
“Por que deve probar la mia? (Why must you test mine?)” she retorted defiantly.
Decarlos laughed suddenly, his grip
on her chin tightening. He let out a sigh, but smirked.
“Tu abuela esta muy encantada esta noche,(Your grandmother is
looking quite lovely this evening).” he finally said. Brooklyn felt her
entire soul run cold.
Tears welled up in her eyes but she
refused to let them fall. She would never let him see her cry again.
“ahora dime mi amor, cuantos meimbros de el cuerpo necesitar
para que hagas lo que digo? (now tell me my love, how many limbs will it take
for you to do as I say?) Que cortaremos primero? Una pierna? Un brazo? Quiza
podamos cortarla y cosechar un organo? (what shall we cut first? A leg? An arm?
Perhaps we can cut her open and harvest an organ?”
His grip loosened. “Te odio. Rezo por el dia que quemas en el
abismo mas profundo del infierno, (I hate you. I pray for the day you burn in
the deepest pit of hell.)” She spat, breaking out of his hold.
Turning on her heel, she bolted
from him and the room, keeping her tears at bay. But once she reached the small
study in the west wing, the tears flowed freely and she found herself sobbing.
can you imagine how it feel like to see sora as a child, like how he was in kingdom hearts one, and then the next time he visits, he looks like how he does in kingdom hearts two ??? like this kid was just a boy when he last visited and now ??? he’s so grown up and mature ??? thinking about it leaves me #Shook