12-10-2014, 05:04 PM
Ricky paid the man, keeping his cool as he did so and walked with Jacinda and Marta to whatever room they needed to go to. Jacinda tried to calm the girl down, but the girl was probably used to getting ravaged after people feigned kindness. Ricky could see Marta's hands shaking.
They were led to a bedroom that was lavishly decorated. Artwork hung on the walls and in the middle was a four poster bed with canopy. Other furniture ran around the room - sofas, chairs, and dressers. A table sat on the left side of the room and it held a tray with a pitcher of ice water and some glasses. Next to it was a liquor cabinet.
"Can...can I get you a drink?" Marta said, her voice shaking. She picked up the pitcher and her hands were shaking so hard that ice rattled and some water spilled on the floor. The girl put down the pitcher and started shaking as she hugged herself. She looked like she was about to cry and her fear increased. She expected them to punish her for her mistake.
"It's okay, Marta."
Ricky said, and moved towards the bed. The girl misread his motion and began to take the bra off. "You don't have to do that either."
Ricky said as he pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around the young girl. She looked up into Ricky's eyes, confusion and then looked down quickly. Ricky's blood boiled, but he kept calm. He couldn't get angry in front of the girl - it would only scare her more.
The girl remained silent, but she still have some fight left in her. "You're...you're not gonna hurt me?"
"Not at all, niña."
Ricky's eyes showed nothing but compassion.
He could see her uncertainty, but the shaking diminished. Ricky walked to Jacinda and spoke quietly to her. "I need to calm down. can you start this?"
Ricky could feel the blood running through his veins in anger. She was just a child - how could anyone do this?
They were led to a bedroom that was lavishly decorated. Artwork hung on the walls and in the middle was a four poster bed with canopy. Other furniture ran around the room - sofas, chairs, and dressers. A table sat on the left side of the room and it held a tray with a pitcher of ice water and some glasses. Next to it was a liquor cabinet.
"Can...can I get you a drink?" Marta said, her voice shaking. She picked up the pitcher and her hands were shaking so hard that ice rattled and some water spilled on the floor. The girl put down the pitcher and started shaking as she hugged herself. She looked like she was about to cry and her fear increased. She expected them to punish her for her mistake.
"It's okay, Marta."
Ricky said, and moved towards the bed. The girl misread his motion and began to take the bra off. "You don't have to do that either."
Ricky said as he pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around the young girl. She looked up into Ricky's eyes, confusion and then looked down quickly. Ricky's blood boiled, but he kept calm. He couldn't get angry in front of the girl - it would only scare her more.
The girl remained silent, but she still have some fight left in her. "You're...you're not gonna hurt me?"
"Not at all, niña."
Ricky's eyes showed nothing but compassion.
He could see her uncertainty, but the shaking diminished. Ricky walked to Jacinda and spoke quietly to her. "I need to calm down. can you start this?"
Ricky could feel the blood running through his veins in anger. She was just a child - how could anyone do this?