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Authors: Suzanne Steele

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Chapter Ten

        Marta made her way over to Juanita’s bedside after setting the breakfast tray down on the small table that inhabited her room.

    
“Juanita, I like you very much. Since you have been here Ricardo has been much nicer.”

“He must be a real charmer when I am not around,” Juanita sarcastically stated, rolling her eyes.

“Juanita, your husband is a very dangerous man and his little brother; well, he is a little crazy.”

“What do you mean, Marta?”

Marta leaned in closer as if they had a secret, “Antonio Wayne is the one that they use to torture prisoners; he likes to hurt people.”

          
“Oh great, this just keeps getting better and better. I got the dangerous angry brother and my best friend got the crazy one.”

 

        The girls looked up to view Ricardo standing in the doorway listening. Marta immediately began to apologize. “Lociento Señor, I’m sorry, very sorry.”

Juanita could hear the urgency in her voice and wondered what he did to these people to warrant such fear.

“No that’s fine Marta, you’re right, I am a very dangerous man and my wife sorely underestimates me. She is not familiar with the culture here, when it comes to the topic of men.

Ricardo glared at Juanita as he spoke, “But I can assure you, that she will get the message loud and clear by the
time that I am done with her, her innocence causes her to be naive and her underestimation of me; could very well cause her problems.”

              R
icardo nodded his head commanding Marta to leave; with not so much as a word.

“Don’t even start Ricardo!
I’m headed out to go run.”

Ricardo made his way over to Juanita, but the movements that he made resembled t
hat of a predator stalking prey; more so than a man who was getting ready to address his wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Juanita

            I could already feel my breathing beginning to become labored, due to the fear that he caused to rise within me. I never knew how to read him.

        
He lifted my chin with one finger, “Look at me when I’m talking to you. When are you going to get it Juanita; you’re a prisoner.”

“Well it isn’
t like I can run away; you took my passport, Ricardo.”

He pulled me forward with the handful of hair that he held at the nape of my neck and began whispering threats into my ear.

“God help you if you ever do; because nobody else will be able to.”

I felt as if ice water ran through my veins when he said that. He didn’t need to raise his voice, the truth
was in his black unforgiving orbs; eyes of a creature and not a man.

“You have a new body guard,” he taunted.

“Whatever Ricardo, I really don’t care.”

“Don’t you want to know
what happened to the other one, Juanita?”

“No, it isn’t like we braided each other’s hair and discussed boy bands or anything
, Ricardo.”

Ricardo laughed at her joke, but somehow it seemed to be more of a sinister laugh that held some sort of secret; as if it were exhibiting that Ricardo knew something that she didn’t.

“He is in my dungeon; waiting, as I debate whether I want to kill him or not.”

     
“Ricardo, as much as I would love to discuss the ins and outs of the mindset of Colombian thugs, I’m more concerned about my ass turning into oatmeal.”

I squirmed away racing towards the door and down the hallway.

All I could hear
was his sinister laugh in the back-round, as the front door slammed behind me.

 

           As much as I tried to act as if his words didn’t bother me, they troubled me very deeply.

I made a mental note to do some research on my husband. The trick was going to be convincing him that I was becoming accustomed to my life.

            I needed a laptop in the worst sort of way. Yes; it was time to manipulate my captor and to let him believe that I was bonding with him.


A good ol case of Stockholm Syndrome will come in handy; even if it is fake.” I thought to myself.

I couldn’t
help but wonder if it would be real, or fake? Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I had bonded with my captor. I craved what the man did to my body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

           Making my way through the hilly terrains of Antigua always cleared my head. Antigua was a small Guatemalan pueblo that was quaint in its appearance and ambiance.

Many of the
Mayan Indians lived here and the Guatemalans that lived here were of the upper echelon of society. It wasn’t so much the people here; it was the lack of them.

Antigua took me away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Whether I wanted to admit it or not I felt safe here. How could it be that my captor gave me a sense of security?

I knew that my husband had my back and God help anyone who tried to hurt me. I would find out soon enough
, just how seriously my husband took his job of watching over his little captive.

 

           I made my way down to the soccer field, as was my wont now; on the days that I ran.

I watched Juan from the grassy hill that I sat on
, never hearing the predator making his way up behind me.

I jumped up defensively
; as soon as I turned and saw him.

“Get the fuck away from me!”

He licked his lips, as he eyed me up and down and a surge of disgust ran through me. It was evident that he was eyeing me as if her were undressing me.

“Mmm, you speakum English
.”

I trotted off up the hill and back towards the house. The man was no threat to me, he was already drunk and it was
only 8:30 in the morning.


I could kick his ass if I needed to, I sure won’t tell my crazy husband; he is likely to kill the poor guy.” I thought.

 

                                     

     
   The body guard on duty for the day flirted with the muchacha leaned in his window.

The mixture of her low cut top and short skirt was giving him a hard-on.

He was only doing this
job one day anyway; while the full time body guard Carlos, finished tying up loose ends; in order to begin his new job of guarding the boss and his wife.


Why pass up on the chance of tapping a prime piece of ass; in order to watch that uppity white bitch?” He thought. “Nobody was ever going to be able to get near the boss’s wife anyway, but this little muchacha; he stood a chance with.”

 

 

 

 

Ricardo

          Juanita jumped as the door jerked open and she viewed Ricardo standing there.

He pulled her in
; all but dragging her into her bedroom.

   
“You little brat, what the hell do you think that you are doing; taking off with no bodyguard!?!”

Juanita rolled her eyes
, as she struggled to pull away from him.

He
began poking her in the chest, until he backed her into the bed and she scurried away, as if thinking that the headboard would offer some sense of safety.

“When are you
going to get it, Juanita? You are a prisoner! My fucking prisoner, Juanita!”

       
“How could I forget it with you here to remind me every-day,” she screamed, as tears coursed down her face.

“I hate you, I hate you! You have ruined my life, just let me go. You said it already, you can have any woman that you want here, but no, you have to have me
; because you can’t have me. Typical male ego; you guys always want what you can’t have!”

     
Ricardo stood bewildered, he didn’t know what to say or what to do; he simply turned and exited the room.

He could hear Juanita’s sobs as he made his way down the hallway and into his office.

He sat at his desk and pondered the situation.

Maybe he should let her go. What would t
he village think when he did so?

            
Even as he thought about it, the tightening in his chest let him know that it had nothing to do with his reputation, or ego, the thought of his Rubia not being here anymore; literally tore at his insides.

Juanita confused him and he didn’t like it. She caused him to feel emotion
; unlike the other women that he had previously bedded.

              
He hadn’t even thought about another woman since her arrival, and he most certainly hadn’t touched one.

All of the other women; who had been with Ricardo before, did whatever he wanted.

None of them demanded respect; having the prestige of being with a wealthy, powerful man was enough.

Juanita could care less about his wealth
, or his power.

                 She had no family so it wasn’t like he hadn’t given her a much better life. No matter how long he sat trying to figure her out, he still remained confused.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           Juanita sobbed as she lay in the bed contemplating her situation. By the time that she was finished, it was settled in her mind; she would get a job and pay Ricardo back. If being free came tagged with a price, then so be it, she would buy her freedom back.

 

 

              
                         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Juanita

              
Marta quietly entered Juanita’s bedroom and sat on the bed watching her sleep.

It had been true what she had told Juanita; her boss was much easier to get along with since her arrival.

The staff was crazy about her. Juanita fit in like she belonged here. All of the other women that Ricardo had previously dated were so bitchy.

Always barking out orders and talking down to them, but not Juanita.

She was just as comfortable sitting on the kitchen counter talking to Marta, as she was in the formal dining hall.

Juanita felt real, not like she was here for wealth and prestige. Marta didn’t want Juanita to leave.

 

         
Juanita jumped when she opened her eyes and saw Marta.

“Juanita, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you
; but we need to talk. Mrs. Juanita, Señor Ricardo is a hard man, a seasoned officer and he is not accustomed to being around women.”

“Well to hear him tell it, he has his choice of any hussy that he wants.”

Marta giggled, “Well this is true; he is quite the ladies man, but the women that Ricardo is around are different. Juanita, do you understand that a man of his standing cannot be interpreted as ‘weak?’”

    
“Well I don’t care; that is no excuse for him to bully me. I’m finding a way to pay him back. Maybe I can go to New York and work in his brother’s bar.”

   
“Please don’t say that, he has a very bad temper and he views you as being his. The thought of another man looking at you is unacceptable. His little brother does not permit Roxanne to work.”

 

        “What is it with these guys that they think they own us?”


Juanita, you stole from him, he does own you; Ricardo kills people who steal from him.”

Marta stated the fact as if they were discussing the weather, and not a man who was a dangerous leader of a third world country.

“Great! I’m married to a murderer with a bad temper.”

 

                                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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