HURACIO
Katalina woke up that same evening just like Gerald said, but she was delirious and wimpy. There was a faraway look in her eyes. It was as if she was languid and unaware of her surroundings.
From helping her to take her bath, to dressing her up, she was just docile and unmoved. If not that she was moving her body when I asked her to, she would have qualified for a cripple. If I knew that seeing her mother would have this sort of effect on her, I wouldn’t have shown her that video clip from last night.
When I was coaxing her to eat, she suddenly started crying again. It was the most painful cry I had ever seen. There was no sniffing or sobbing. Just a continuous flow of tears from her red, sad eyes.
“Kitty, please, stop crying.”
I repeatedly tried to console her but nothing worked. In the past, when I kissed her after some painful punishment that made her cry, she would melt into my arms and return the kiss fervently. But this time, it was like touching my mouth to a cold statue. She didn’t avoid my touch, but she wasn’t responsive either. Not even eating her pussy worked.
A few minutes after eating, she rushed to the toilet and vomited everything.
Worried, I summoned Gerald again, but he insisted that she was in shock and I should keep talking to her.
Infuriated, I tucked my hands into my pockets so as not to deck his jaws. If talking to her worked, would I have summoned him for the third time in a single day?
From then on, getting her to eat became a problem. Not because she was refusing the food, but because she couldn’t keep it down. If not that she was still very much a virgin in the biological sense, I would have suspected that she was pregnant. Even Gerald suggested a pregnancy test. When I assured him that she was a virgin, he didn’t believe me and conducted one behind my back.
The next few days had me on my toes. Katalina’s fever was rising and falling at random. The test results showed that she was fine. Therefore, whatever was wrong was psychological just like Gerald was first diagnosed.
Each time he came to check on her, he always gave me the coldest shoulders, pissing me off so much that I stopped looking forward to his checkups. On the third day, Rosa suggested that I should invite Emilia over.
“Maybe if she sees someone she likes, maybe she will snap out of it.”
“Does that mean she doesn’t like me?” I asked in annoyance.
Rosa rolled her eyes and walked off. Clenching my hands, I stood by the window, feeling desolate while pondering those annoying words.
How could she not like me? We have been together for three months give or take. She has subtly opened up to me, urging me to go ahead and take her. But because I wanted her to ask for it, I had restrained myself from taking her.
Each night, I would let her suck me, coming in her mouth. After that, I would suck her too, letting her cum multiple times. But each time I had my tongue on her pussy, I knew she wanted the real thing. She would thrust against my face so hard, and I always heard the dissatisfaction in her moans.
The way she sucks me tells me she likes me. The way she looks at me when sucking me tells me she likes me. Her moaning and the reluctance in her eyes each time I leave for work in the mornings tell me she likes me. The way she stylishly humps me in her sleep tells me she likes me.
How can she not like me? The possibility irked me to no end.
Though I didn’t want to hear it, Rosa’s words inspired me. Why didn’t I think of it before? It always worked.
I returned to the room where Katalina was seated in bed, looking like a dummy.
“Kitty, I will invite Emilia over if you don’t snap out of it.” I threatened.
For the first time in days, she directly looked into my eyes. Her eyes were so sad that I couldn’t stand them. I watched as tears pooled in them again, but since mentioning Emilia’s name got a reaction, I wasn’t about to stop.
“I will invite her over, and if she finds out what is going on, I can’t guarantee that she will survive it. Snap out of this. Give me my kitty back or I will hurt your friend.” I glared at her, expressing an anger I didn’t feel.
“Please.” Her shoulders quivered.
“Then, stop looking gloomy.”
‘Why did she run away? Can you tell me why she ran?” She cried more.
The sudden change in subject caught me by surprise, but she was talking. I hadn’t heard her voice in days. I never knew her silence could be this tormenting.
Taking a deep breath, I sat beside her and held her hands in my bigger ones.
“No. I can’t.” I resolutely shook my head. I was willing to tell her anything except that.
“Will she ever come back?”
“I have my men looking for her as we speak. I will definitely bring her back. I promise.”
“Are you going to hurt her too?”
Hurt her too? What does that mean? I sniggered inwardly, feeling wrongfully accused.
“I only hurt you when you are disobedient. If she also becomes disobedient when I bring her back, I will definitely hurt her. But if she behaves like a good girl, I will not hurt her.”
“What will you do to me when she comes back? Will you send me away and marry her?”
Okay. I didn’t know how to answer that question.
The silence in the room stretched while she kept looking at me, expecting a response.
Deep down, I knew I would never let her go, but I was sure that wasn’t the reply she wanted to hear.
“Huracio.” She softly called my name and gripped my hands.
Not wanting to lie to her, I withdrew my hands, stood up, and walked away.
At the door, I turned to her and gave her a grave look.
“If you don’t want Emilia to suffer, you better cheer up.”
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It’s been two days since I used Emilia to threaten Katalina. Not only did she get out of bed, but she also followed my instructions by walking around the compound. Though she still looked withdrawn and gloomy, it was better than that dead, faraway look I saw in her eyes.
It was late in the evening and I was in my study catching up on some work. A lot of sabotage was happening in South Africa as the local miners were trying to change sides. While I had issued a hit on Adore Ridges, I couldn’t sit still while he was still running rampant in Africa.
“We believe he is hiding in Nigeria. I will set a trap for him in Ghana. As long as he walks into it, he will be taken down.” Grey explained over the phone.
“I don’t think Ghana is a good place for that. His mines over there are not functioning at full capacity. He might not care enough for them. Find out if he has any mines in Nigeria. If he does, then make it his grave. If not, find a way to lure him to the north. Whatever happens, there is blamed on terrorism.”
“Or, a kidnapping gone wrong.”
“That’s even better. But don’t underestimate their FBI. Once you hit, get out as fast as possible.”
“Okay. I will give you an update in a week.”
The call ended and I started going through some documents on my system.
Knock, knock.
Just then, a soft knock came on my door.
That wasn’t how Rosa knocked on my door, so I was a little puzzled.
“Come in.”
The door opened and to my surprise, it was Katalina.
“I brought you some milk. Too much alcohol is not good for your body. ” she said in a small, shy voice.
Is Katalina bringing me warm milk? Now that was a first.
But what really had me choked was her perky breasts. Her nipples were taut, glaring at me, daring me to come closer.
She was stunningly naked.