"As I disconnected the line, I was still debating whether I wanted to love the damned guy or knock him out. He was so nice, and so frustrating at the ...ame time!Jim arrived a few minutes later. He paid the bill without really glancing at it, and left a generous tip.I finally made my decision on how I felt about Jim and gave him the biggest kiss I ever gave to anybody in public."What's that for?" Jim asked, seemingly surprised, once I let him up for air."For being such a frustrating and lovable. I tumbled out to see a dark shape holding something like a sword, now embedded in the bed. ‘It’s better to see the fear in your eyes,’ an accented, deep voice said, sending chills up my spine. From the accent and my memories I pinpointed it to the southlands, once known as Mexico, which meant this was Carlos, the Aztec champion. If half the things Stellan had said about him were true it would explain the revulsion creeping along my skin in shivers. ‘Not here,’ I said quickly, thinking. The. “Yeah girl, you liking this? Bet your boyfriends at home never treated you like this. But here, you act like a slut, you get treated like a slut”The girl kept kicking, but stopped screaming. Raoul still held her head down, but reached forward and pulled down the zipper of her dress, revealing the back of her bra. Raoul slid her dress down her arms and then pulled the back of the bra until it snapped. The bra did not have any shoulder straps, so it fell to the floor. He reached underneath. He wants. He's diabolical that way. He knows just how to twist the knife that little bit extra to make it just enough more worse. Yes, he must have had practice. Lots of practice. Why does my mind keep coming back to this? And all those times he's masturbated, thinking about such things, honing his skill, so to say, his ability to be an unfeeling monster and to inflict pain. He's a pain junky now, addicted and I have no antidote. I am the antidote. .