Gilda Salinas - Ananke

The man howled when he came. She was covered in tears and secretions. Resistance was far away, somewhere in her imagination, just like the bag of clothes she had been promised.

“You have a nice bitch, Chilo, she does work.”

She tried to get up and pull down her blouse.

“Where do you think you’re are going, whore?”

With everything that was going on, she realized it was better to stay quiet. Who was that guy? She tried to get his weight off her, but her efforts were only met by mockery and insults. As soon as she was able to move, a slap in the face put her back down. Both men laughed.

“You’ll learn to answer when I talk to you, you fucking idiot. You better do what we say, or else,” he said as he raised his fist. He crawled to the front of the van and started it. Mel looked at Marcelino, she was perplexed, but he just mocked her.

Her thoughts became a labyrinth. Too many questions, so much fear and indignation. Where were they going? What was going to happen? At some point, she blessed her mother for taking her son from her, but she cursed her too. If I had brought him, Marcelino wouldn’t have done this to me .

It was hard to believe that her husband was that, the enemy. The pimp? She still hoped he’d get closer to the lever of the door, and that as soon as the van slowed down, he’d let her escape. She pictured herself jumping out of the van and running far away, never to see it again.

“We are going to Izúcar.”

“What? Why, Marcelino? Why are you taking me there? I don’t want to. Let me go! Please!”

She crawled to the door, but he hit her neck, and she was powerless.

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