I woke up alone in my bed. With no one by my side.

Ahmad must have left when I fell asleep.

I had trouble getting up.

After my shower I choose to join Ahmad.

I knew where he was.

He did not ask me about my injuries.

Asking about my state of health was enough.

The pain had subsided.

Ahmad let me know we were in Paris.

I thanked heaven for its presence.

Without him my life would have been hell among these people for whom I seem to be invisible.

He told me his story. What he was there for.

Ahmad had grown up in a less wealthy family. He had not known his father.

Faced with the difficulties of life, he had to fight to shelter his mother and two brothers.

We spent the whole morning talking about everything and nothing.

That was how our days were made.

We were practically the only ones without occupations.

Gauthier had already found the house for us. We had moved into a bigger house, worthy of the boss.

We were in Nantes. I would have liked to visit the city so much. But I had enough trouble to add to it. I was ordered to stay in the residence.

We were tasting chocolate with Ahmad when I suddenly had the urge to kiss him.

I put down my bowl and approached him. He didn't understand right away until I grabbed his lips.

He tried to push me away but he was afraid to touch my wounds from the day before.

The particular attention he gave me was one of its effects.

It was stronger than me.

Eventually he had let himself go.

I don't know where or how Roulio had surprised us. However, he only came home in the evening or even at night. But that day he had to come back. But why the hell?

I knew that would be the end of the film. I was dead. He was going to kill me. All the more reason I was on Ahmad.

The sound of the slap he had applied to me resonated throughout the room.

He dragged me by the hair and led me to the basement.

I was unaware of the existence of these rooms in the residence.

I thought he was going to kill me on the spot or even less beat me like he did but he didn't do either.

He took out his phone and made a call. Surely to Gauthier who had returned with him

- MAKE IT DISAPPEAR.

These words have never ceased to resonate in my memory.

I knew it was the end for him.

He was going to kill him.

I was screaming. I tried to explain to him that it was all my fault. That he had nothing to do with this story. But it was a waste of time. He wasn't listening to me. He was mad with rage.

He had left me in this room.

I was sitting on the floor.

I couldn't hold back my tears.

The pain was strong.

I was going to have Ahmad's death on my conscience. But why did I have to do this. I thought of his mother, his brothers.

What would become of them after his death?

How were they going to survive?

I didn't know how many hours I had cried. I didn't know what time it was.

My tears now refused to flow.

~~RAOUL~~

I know what I'm about to do is inhuman. But I have to.

Seeing her kissing Ahmad drove me crazy. I have to show him who's in charge, I'm the boss. She must understand that she is mine alone.

After what I will inflict on her she will never dare to look at another man except me.

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A few minutes later he came back with a rope.

He had tied both my hands and also my feet. I offered no resistance.

It wasn't like I could fight him.

Then he came out and locked me in that room.

She had become dark.

The floor was damp and I could sometimes smell bugs on my skin.

I couldn't get them off me, my hands were tied.

My wounds from the day before, which were not healed at first, hurt me terribly.

The hours passed. No one came to my aid. Ahmad is not there. Who can do it.

I was starting to feel thirsty.

I couldn't ask for water.

No one will hear me anyway. I was locked in a basement...

I felt like an eternity had already passed since I was in this room.

The dampness of the ground did not help me.

I was starting to get cold.

I was shivering.

Hunger was added.

I suffered martyrdom.

It was horrible.

I wanted to take a shower. How can a girl do all this time without even rinsing.

My skin was filthy.

I had suicidal thoughts.

As for Roulio, I just wanted to strangle him.

What kept me alive was that I had put myself in this situation for my mother. To keep her alive.

I was gonna kill myself how with hands and feet tied.

I don't remember how many days had passed since I was in that room.

But I had realized during these days spent alone, the depth of the abyss in which I was. If because of a kiss, I had received this punishment, I dare not imagine what this man would be able to do to me.

I was very weak when I felt a key turn the lock.

The door to the room had opened.

I couldn't see everything in blur. But I just knew it wasn't Roulio. One of his men surely.

I was going to recognize him even dead.

I was taken to my room.

That's where Roulio was. He was expecting me.

He gave me my bath. Then he took care of me, he dressed my wounds.

He hadn't spoken to me.

He made me drink a juice.

After fifteen minutes he made me take something more substantial.

I had a blank stare. I gradually regained my senses.

Following a look of pity he gave me He finally spoke to me.

-Why do you force me to act like this towards you? What got into you? Why did you do this?

-......

I listened to him, I saw him but my mind was elsewhere.

I had the death of an innocent on my conscience.

I don't know if I will ever find the strength to forgive myself.

He didn't insist any longer. Surely he knew my wound was deep.

Something was broken inside of me.

He had been in my care all day. He had sent for a doctor to see my state of health.

He complied without asking questions.

He had spent the whole day by my side.

He was in my care.

I tried somehow to convince myself that I was not responsible for what had happened to Ahmad.

But my mind, my conscience told me otherwise.

I don't know when I started crying.

He had come to take me in his arms, trying to calm me down.

The days that followed I was treated like a queen.

My wardrobe had been renewed again. I hadn't been able to bring anything back from Seville.

This time especially we took what I liked.

Outings to the beach, to the restaurant, to the cinema. Such was my routine.

He was trying somehow to be forgiven without ever asking for forgiveness. Pride.

Roulio hadn't touched me since the last time.

What I was going through here had not made me forget my mother.

I also knew she was worried.

I had suddenly left the country. Without informing him.

I had to call her. Yes I had to.

I had to hear his voice to feel better.

That was all I could do for now. Call him.

Something I didn't take long to do.

She had returned to her new home.

She informed me that a larger apartment had been found for her in my name.

-Is everything okay Martha? I can feel sadness through your voice

I had reassured him once again. But I had to look for convincing arguments because once she noticed the number I would have to explain why I was no longer in the country and also why my bosses liked me so much.