Some months later

I have been at this place for over a month now. Since then a lot of stuff has happened.

Like the death of my friend, Ahmad. I had completely changed. I lost my joy of living. I made sure to have my mother on the phone at least twice a week. She was fine.

For the trip I found a solid argument.

I had accompanied the boss's wife on a business trip. Question of taking care of the bb.

She was beginning to doubt me.

-Martha, are you lying to me?

-No mother. What are you talking about?

She hadn't said anything more.

She had made a friend.

She informed me that her friend's daughter had just defended her degree.

She thought she was a good girl and that we should get to know each other.

She wanted me to find a consensus with my bosses in order to resume my studies. She felt that I had already collected enough money.

According to her, I was no longer indebted to them.

I promised to do my best.

Too many strange things were happening in this house. There were times when I heard conversations or screams in the middle of the night.

I remember, for example, this young man whom Roulio's men had brought to the basement and whom he had taken it upon himself to interrogate.

It was horrific what he had done to her that day. Luckily he had left him alive after he had told everything he knew.

I couldn't figure out what he was talking about but it had to be drug related or something.

It wasn't new to me.

I knew it was part of his "business".

I tried to erase myself as best as I could.

Our relations had become a little cold.

I was scared. I didn't know what he was capable of doing to me.

I felt horribly alone.

It was a Saturday morning he showed up in my room. He had my breakfast in hand. He put the plate on the table and picked me up from the bed.

He wanted to give me my shower.

We then had breakfast together.

He had whispered in my ear. I want you.

He grabbed my lips and kissed me. He wasn't rough like when I saw him with that girl. He treated me like an egg.

He asked me each time if I was in pain.

If I felt good.

I missed those moments with him. It felt good to be in his arms.

The way he kissed me pissed me off.

I didn't understand why but I felt weak in front of him.

It was difficult for me to deny him something.

When he wasn't there he annoyed me but as soon as I saw him I lost my senses.

A strange feeling animated me.

It was inexplicable.

I always found an explanation for what he was doing.

I did not recognize myself.

I spent the morning in his arms.

He gave me special attention today.

He suddenly remembered that he had an appointment.

Before leaving he gave me one last recommendation.

- Get ready for tonight. I'm throwing a little party. You have everything at your disposal. Make sure you're ready before 8 p.m.

He had brought in great decorators who were working to make the place magnificent.

The residence was filled with people.

Service caterers, decorators, technicians. All were present.

The momentum with which things were done suggested that this evening was important for the boss.

It didn't take me long to get to my room. I avoided problems as much as possible.

By 6 p.m. everything was ready.

We were now to receive the guests.

I had finished the shower and I was looking for what to wear.

I had opted for a shiny evening dress. Long but with a slit up to the thigh. Without forgetting my heels to highlight my size.

A light make-up, perfume... I was ready.

It was already time but I hadn't joined the party yet.

I couldn't afford to go there without being ordered to come.

Gauthier had just knocked on my door.

I could now join the party.

I made my entrance.

The looks they gave me drove me mad.

They were riveted on my person

The party quickly regained its atmosphere.

Apparently it was a business meeting disguised as some kind of party.

The great men exchanged among themselves.

They were definitely making new partners.

Others, on the other hand, were with girls.

Some of them were going to make a lot of money and why not potential customers.

No one came near me.

I saw Roulio chatting with certain men of the same social class as him.

The girls who had been invited had come from Nantes or Seville.

Bringing girls from across the world just for a party. He was really rich.

Roulio had planned everything so that the party would not be boring.

Among this one I had recognized Laura.

I tried to chat with her but she answered me coldly.

She didn't seem very happy at the sight of me.

People danced, drank or ate as they wished.

I stood a little aside, a glass of candy in hand.

The music that the DJ had started had just changed the mood of the party.

It was an opportunity for some men to impress their prey.

This dance was done in pairs.

The music was just fantastic.

Roulio had crossed the room to find me and pulled me onto the floor.

This created some tension.

The girls looked at me with jealousy, hatred, the men out of envy.

They stared at me.

I couldn't wait for the dance party to end so that I could finally join my bubble.

I was relieved to know that the music was coming to an end.

I was heading for the exit when Laura approached me.

-So how does it feel to be the boss' favorite?

If only she knew I had no choice and was being kept here despite myself.

If it were up to me, I would have already gone to join my mother.

I couldn't explain all this to him, I preferred to keep silent.

- Wow, you played your game well. The first time we traded you looked like an innocent. From a broken girl who really needed help.

I took pity on you. I wanted to help you. If I knew you had this idea in mind.

That of stealing from me the one who gave me practically everything. You are just a viper. A demon disguised as an angel.

I wonder how I didn't see that you were already a pro at the trade. lol

-Laura, it's not what you think. I didn't want to come to that.

- Oh yes, that's it. Keep your explanations to yourself. Witch.

-.......

-I imagine who will be happy to learn what you do for work once I'm in Seville.

No it couldn't be what I thought. She wasn't going to do that.

I had only one family and one dear person in this country. It was my mother.

Laura couldn't know her mother.

I tried not to think of the worst. But it was impossible.

I had stopped thinking.

Yes I had spoken to her about her to ask for help but I had never shown her even one of her photos.

I knew how far hatred could lead.

She was definitely going to swing me at my mother if she really knew her.

I no longer gave importance to the party that was taking place. I don't even know when it ended.

The guests had returned home

I was thinking. I imagined my mother's reaction. She was about to freak out.

I had to do something. I had to find a solution.

I couldn't sleep a wink all night.

This story really worried me. I had to talk to Roulio about this. But I feared his reaction.

I no longer had Ahmad to tell him.

My tears had already started to flow.

The days had passed and I still didn't know what to do.

Roulio hadn't come to see me since the evening of the party.

I avoided calling my mother as much as possible.

I wasn't sure I could face him yet.

It was a Sunday. Roulio decided to pay me a visit, as if by luck or by fate, he had left a plane ticket for Seville on my bedside table.

-I'm going to Seville on business. You come with me. You will have the opportunity to see your mother once in the country. Let things be clear. You try to run away and I'll make you regret it.

But he didn't know that it was this trip that I wanted to avoid at all costs.

I had a mad desire to see my mother again, of course, but I didn't know what to expect.

What if Laura had already dumped me?

I couldn't tell Roulio that I wasn't going to make this trip.

I nodded.

I was already preparing.

The day of the trip was approaching, I was stressed.....