Episode 5

Chapter 4

As she tearfully stared into Estefano's cold eyes, Cintia reprimanded herself; as bad as it was, as awful as it seemed, she couldn't ignore the fact that the monster before her, despite his cruelty, possessed undeniable beauty. Cintia lamented her fate, lamented also being so naive; the stories she heard as a child where evil was stamped on the face, the absence of a soul embodied in details, did not apply to Estefano. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, the dangerous type she had been instructed to stay away from.

"What guarantees do I have? I mean, if I accept your proposal, what assures me that this time it will be the right heart?"

She inquired, her voice choked. Estefano gave a half-smile; he was a predator and knew in that exact moment that the prey was one step from slaughter. He leaned against Cintia's body, the gesture making her hit hard against the wall. He brushed away the hair falling over her face, the back of his hand sliding slowly over her skin.

"Besides my word? You have no guarantee, child."

He whispered, almost to the point of touching her lips with his mouth.

"Do you know what makes this game more interesting?"

He smiled.

"The fact that you believe you have a choice. Do you really think a man like me needs permission to enjoy your body? I could take you here, on the cold floor, standing in the bathroom, maybe I'd use the bed, but the fact is, it wouldn't matter the position, the way, whatever form I chose to fck your cnt, you wouldn't walk for days, nymphet."

Cintia closed her eyes, felt Estefano's hot breath blow on her face.

"I've never forced a woman to f*ck me. I wouldn't mind making you the first."

Cintia's eyes widened.

"Calm down, I won't do that. After all, the violence with which I would r*pe you would break the charm of everything I planned to do with you... here..."

He pointed to his head. Cintia tried to escape his grip, was pressed with even more force.

"Your father has two weeks. I spoke with the team that has been handling his case. As the gentleman I am, I could give you a deadline to think, but I've already sent good manners to hell."

He glanced at his watch.

"You have one minute to give me your answer. Right now, one of my men is at Nazir's bedside, with a dagger so sharp in his hands that it will open his chest like a piece of butter. He didn't pay for that heart, even though it wasn't what he needed, he received the order."

She trembled, trapped in a room with a monster, nothing would stop him from subjugating her if he wanted. Cintia cried. Estefano stared at the delicate face with such a perverted, wicked expression that it made Cintia lose the strength in her legs. She held onto Estefano's strong arms to avoid falling to her knees at his feet. He slid one of his hands into her hair, felt how much she trembled.

"Twenty seconds."

He took his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Gutierrez."

He spoke coldly. Cintia looked at him with fear.

"Kill the old man."

"No, no, please."

She fell to her knees, bowed at his feet.

"I beg you, I implore you."

"I made a proposal, you didn't accept, there's nothing to be done."

"I accept, I accept."

Estefano guffawed, the sound of his laughter, the whisper of the demon.

"Change of plans."

He spoke again on the phone.

"Tell Matheu to bring the young man I ordered. The heart must be removed tonight and transplanted into Nazir Makiere."

He hung up without extending the conversation. Cintia felt her stomach churn. Did wanting her father's salvation also make her a monster? Who was the young man who would lose his life to return her father's? She cried loudly at the thought. Estefano leaned towards her, touched her chin, making her look at him.

"Now for the payment?"

She shivered, tried to push him away.

"Wait."

She struggled as he grabbed her arm.

"There's nothing to wait for. I did my part. Take off your clothes and spread your legs."

He was unbuttoning his pants. Cintia raised her hands in supplication.

"Give me a few days."

She knelt.

"Enough time for my father to be operated on, to recover."

"That will take too long. I've waited too long."

Cintia didn't understand what he was talking about, only plunged deeper into her fears. Estefano got rid of the pants he was wearing, the unusually large erection marked in his underwear.

"I want to be ready."

She shouted.

"You paid dearly for what you wanted, don't you want it to be worth it?"

He stopped where he was, almost smiled when he realized the little girl was trying to manipulate him.

"Of course, you're right."

He crossed his arms. He was huge, his muscles bulged. Cintia breathed a sigh of relief, she would buy time, think of something, maybe flee with her father as soon as he could get on a plane, she would go to her mother's family in Mexico, surely they would shelter them.

"Thank you."

She said sweetly, getting up as Estefano walked towards her, his huge hand pressed her down, forcing her to remain in the position she was in.

"No, child, things don't work that way."

The click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth was like tasting his wickedness.

"My kindness is not free. I'll do what you want as long as you give me something in return."

Estefano smiled, his hand touched his c*ck under his underwear.

"How much do you desire what you asked me for?"

"Please..."

"No, that's not how things work." I asked a question, answer it.

Cintia looked at him, frightened.

"What do you want?"

"To f*ck your mouth, buried balls deep in your throat."