Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Author Pov

Rose looked around the small, empty room, thinking of a possible escape. She was running out of time, as she could feel it.

Her long, dark, thick eyelashes laid back down against her cheeks as she closed her eyes. Trying so hard to find a way out of this mess she got herself into.

Rico was in the other room, and she couldn't help but hope that he was doing alright. The last thing she wanted right now was to let someone get hurt because of her foolishness.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around the room one last time to check if there was even a possible little hole she could look through.

The room looks so deserted, like it hasn't been used in a long time; dust covers the entire place. She couldn't help but thank her lucky stars that her eye blindness was later taken off after so much plea.

She was stubborn, but her uncle was heartless; he really did not expect her to make a fuss after keeping her hostage and planning to kill her.

She looked down at her now-loose hands and got to her feet, looking around the room one last time.

Her gaze stopped at the small opening at the top of the room. It looks like a window was once placed there and later covered, as she saw planks placed over it, leaving a little space for sunlight to come through the room.

She stretched her hands out towards one of the planks nailed against the window, grabbing it and using whatever strength she had left to pull herself up.

She peeked through the pole, having a hard time keeping herself up.

It looked like she was on some kind of plantation site, considering the number of trees and banana leaves she saw covering her surroundings.

She tried pulling herself up a little bit more to see if she could see anything that could identify the place where she was being held hostage, but it seemed like her hands were giving up on her.

With strength slowly leaving her, her hands began to slip off the plank wood, and she was forced to land without excepting her legs.

She knelt down, grabbing her aching toes, and uttered curse words at the man downstairs. She couldn't believe she once thought of that man as a father.

She looked across the room wearily before dropping her head on her knees, pitifully surrendering to her misery.

She was only left with one option, and it seemed stupid, but it was the only option left, and it was to quietly sit still and pray that Alfonso would somehow come to her rescue.

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Rico glared at the man, who was busy untying the ropes around his hands. Finally, it was about time he got free.

"There you go, handsome, some little freedom for the cute wild cat." The man said this, chuckling but arrogantly tossing the rope in his face.

He gritted his teeth, anger boiling within him. He was hungry, tired, and dirty, and the scared-face bastard in front was doing nothing but increasing his anger right now.

It's been two days now, he thinks, and all he had were two pieces of banana and some water.

Talk about greediness. According to some of the baboons who came in once in a while, they heard that he was being sold. So the nicest thing they could do was to at least give him something good to eat before sending him on a journey to who knows where. He grumbled inwardly.

"Is she still alive?" He dared to ask.

"Who? " The scared-face man asked, raising his eyebrows slightly at him.

"Who else?" He shouted back.

Well, he saw no need to be polite since they were going to do an inhumane act on him and sell him off like an object.

"Watch your tongue, hands; I don't mind cutting it off." The man glared at him.

"Besides, the hoe is not yet dead, master, since she is for now." He said it smirking, obviously waiting for the young, slender, and handsome-looking man lying tiredly in the room to ask him about the half-information he had just given.

Rolling his eyes, he looked at the man with a bored expression, masking his face entirely.

"Yeah, yeah, alright, here we go." The slender figure said it sarcastically.

"What exactly does he need her for?" He asked, his bored expression not leaving his face.

"Wow, what a fiery cat!" The man said this, holding his belly as he laughed out loud.

"Anyway, why should I tell you about that pretty boy?" The man said this after controlling his laughter.

I Figured you wouldt In't, were still wanted to try testing your IQ in case you spoke foolish enough to tell me. " The slender figure said back sarcastically.

"Watch what you say before you get it, pretty boy." The man shouted back at him, giving him a look that made Rico shiver in disgust.

He was gay and a cute one at that; he was used to getting this kind of attention from his gender and was every week familiar with the look in the man standing in front of him's eyes.

He wanted to sleep with him, that was sure, but hell is going to have to bend over before he lets that happen.

"Why are you giving me that disgusting look?" he dared to ask the man, glaring at him.

"Why can't I? I mean, your body looks sexy, and I want to do nothing more than bend you in as many different ways as I can." The man said he was streaking towards him like a predator.

Rico looked into his eyes confidently, letting him know he wasn't afraid of anything, before scoffing at the man in front of him.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure your boss is going to kill you if you damage his goods." He responded, wincing a little mentally at the word he used to describe himself.

"Oh, please, like the boss is going to care." The man replied before taking the belt off his pants.

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Rico looked at the man, his heart beating so fast. Damn his mouth, he's done it again. Couldn't he just sit quietly for once? He thought as he looked around, hoping for a way to escape his current situation.

The man walked towards him, taking off the stained t-shirt he had on his body before throwing it at Rico's face.

Rico quickly took the T-shirt off his face, trying to take in as much fresh air as he could to expel the smell of the thick sweat from the shirt.

The man chuckled, clearly enjoying himself, before wrapping his hands around Rico's ankles and dragging him to the center of the room.

Rico struggled a little from the impact the floor made against his back before slowly trying to get up on his feet, as he felt weak as a result of the lack of food his system felt.

He quickly raised his hands, punching the man in the face. Not giving him time to react to the punch, he quickly raised his feet, kicking him in the area where the sun's rays do not shine.

"What the fuck you little bitch?" The man cursed out loud, grabbing the jewel between his legs and bending a little.

"I'm going to kill you today." The man grumbled before staggering his way out of the room, leaving Rico to take a breath of relief.

"Well, that was close." He said this, falling back to the floor weakly.

"He's definitely going to come back for my ass." He grumbled against the floor, silently praying in his heart that his boss would come to find them soon.

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He opened his eyes, looking around the room, groaning out loud as he remembered he was still held captive and that it was not a dream.

He rubbed his face while sitting up before looking out through the small, blocked window on the other side of the room.

It was already dark.

Well, second day in prison completed, he said to himself before laying back down on his back.

His mind drifted off to the fact that he was going to be sold off to a random place and person he knew nothing about. His heart kept beating fast, but he kept encouraging himself, trying to act strong, when in fact his whole body trembled at that thought.

The door to the room opened, interrupting his thoughts.

The scared-faced man came through the door with a wide grin on his face. He stepped aside, letting some other men into the room.

"There he is, you know, the grill guys; we need to be quick before the master finds out we are gone." The man turned to the other guys, motioning them towards him.

His heart rate picked up as he quickly got to his feet, raising his fist to defend himself.

"Defensive." One of the men said this while looking at the others.

"This should be spicy." Another chuckled before quickly grabbing his hands and staring at him.

Rico cursed inwardly at how easily he was taken down. He couldn't help but curse at his fate right now.

First he saw his long-forgotten crush, then he got kidnapped and told he was going to be sold off as a slave, and now he was going to be raped.

How nice of life to throw these things at him, he thought inwardly as he forced himself not to let the tears that formed in his eyeballs roll down his cheeks.

He heard the sound of a zipper and knew it was his. Feeling too weak to continue struggling against them, he let go and decided to just accept his fate.

"Awwwn looks like a pretty boy as he accepts defeat; now it's not going to be fun." The scared-faced man smirked at him.

"But we are still going to do it anywhere." Another responded before tucking his hand into Rico's now unzipped pants, creasing his dick.

They were so engrossed in the act that they did not realize the noise coming from downstairs.

Bam, the door flew open, and they all turned their attention to who it might be.

Standing at the door was a furious Picasso, his fist clenched tight, and a dangerous aura.