Vanessa
I grit my teeth as Celeste presses another lit cigar against my skin. Despite blacking out from the pain in our earlier torture session, she merely splashed water on my face and resumed her merciless work.
I'm starving and naked except for my collar, only because Celeste and Nathan couldn't get it off. I'm grateful for that, it's as if Diego is with me right now. My body is beaten, with cuts and burns everywhere. Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours.
But I made a promise to Diego-that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him.
That's if they don't end up killing us both.
Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this fucked up. She makes Cruella De Vil look like a fucking saint, and she skins puppies for fur coats.
Celeste leans over and blows smoke right into my face, my eyes watering as I hold my breath, desperate to avoid inhaling the toxic fumes.
"I'm impressed. Diego married himself a tough little whore," she says with a cruel smirk.
I bow my head, struggling to control my harsh breaths as I force back the tears threatening to spill over. If I didn't cry when I found out Diego killed my father and watched him set my house on fire, I won't allow myself to break now.
Just don't feel anything, Vanessa.
"Good news," Nathan announces, stepping into the room, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips beneath his creepy mustache. His dark gaze pierces mine, and I shudder. "Diego's found a way to hack into our security system. He's watching us as I speak, but Princesa, I promise he won't be able to find you. How about we give him a little show before I cut him off?"
My eyes snap to the camera in the corner of the room.
He can see me!
Realization hits me like a sledgehammer. That means I can warn him before it's too late and save him from walking into Celeste's trap. My throat constricts as I gather every ounce of my strength to cry out. "Diego, if you can hear me, stay away! They're just using me as bait to lure you in, and I won't be able to live with myself if something happened to you because of me."
Celeste lunges at me with a roll of masking tape, but I twist my head frantically. It's the only thing I can do since the bounds around my hands and feet render me powerless.
"Just let me go," I plead, desperation seeping into every word. "Whatever fate is awaiting me, it's nothing close to the pain I would feel if I lost you. I love you Diego, so so much. Don't do this. Don't make me lose you!"
I know what I'm asking of him is hard, but it's the only way to keep him alive.
"Cállate (shut up)!" Celeste hisses, the sharp blade that has countlessly pierced my flesh today now pressed against my throat.
I spit in her face. "¡Vete al diablo (go to hell)!" I scream in her face.
Her hand lashes out, delivering a sharp slap across my cheek. Despite the stinging, I meet her gaze with a defiant glare. She chuckles darkly, turning her body so we're both facing the camera.
"Your wife here wants me to gut her like a goddamn fish. I hope you're still watching, Son, wouldn't want to miss her screams," she taunts, her voice dripping with malice.
"I have a better idea, Mama," Nathan offers, taking a step closer.
She retreats, allowing Nathan to approach me, his face twisted like a ravenous monster. He turns to the camera, his voice cold and calculating, "Hermano, tú me quitaste algo, así que yo te quitaré a ti (Brother, you took something from me, so I'll take something from you)."
Dread and fear wash over me as he unzips his pants, holding his thick erection in his hand. My eyes flicker to his mom who's just standing there while her son's dick is on full display.
What the fuck is really going on here? And I'm not just referring to the fact that it looks like he's about to violate me while my husband may or may not be watching.
"Get that pathetic shit away from me!" I yell, my voice faltering.
He ignores my protests, his touch like poison against my skin as he strokes my head with a sickly-sweet tone. "It's okay, you're about to get your first taste of a real man," he murmurs, his grip tightening on my jaw.
I clench my teeth hard, tears of desperation welling in my eyes as I fight to suppress the overwhelming fear and revulsion coursing through me.
"Diego, I know you're still watching," he sneers loudly, "I'm going to ruin your wife, fuck her little pussy and mouth over and over again while you watch helplessly from a screen."
He grabs one of my breast, tugging my nipple painfully. I thrash against the restraints, but it's useless. This is happening.