No way out

Puerto Jéronimo- Santa Teresa Border -La paz de Mexico- Chihuaha- Mexico

15:30 PM

Tuesday 14 July 2009

Heat radiates from the glowing desert sand. The bright orange sun slowly disappears behind the Rocky Mountains. An iguana, looking for water, stops on the silver road. Curious, he lifts his scaly head for the yellow color that adorns the center of the track. The roaring sound of oncoming traffic startles him, causing him to hurry off the road.

The two-colored vehicle passes at high speed as the animal takes shelter. Just a little longer ... A few more miles and they would be home. Although Nacho didn't want to come to Mexico, he knew this was the only loophole. He only hopes that his dad will be spared from misery. Savannah sighs again and rests her head against the wall. She closes her eyes for a few seconds. Her tailbone burns just like her eyes. She is exhausted but refuses to sleep. Marco and Leonel kept a close eye on her. There was no movement that escaped their sucking eyes. They had been driving for several hours. Maybe even longer. Savannah can't remember. They had stopped twice to pee and drink some water, but this seemed like a long time ago. Savannah sighs and stretches her stiff legs. The surrounding cuff slips loose around her right wrist. If she wriggles a bit, she can take it off ...Leonel looks sternly at her. He carefully takes a hair out of her mouth and attaches it behind her ear. Too scared to say anything, she smiles uncomfortably.

Surprised, she looks up. The van's brakes squeak softly. Her breath catches when the horn echoes loudly. That must mean they have arrived ... wherever that is.

She licks her lips nervously. God knows why they came here ... what they're planning to do with her all the way over here. She doubts that they are still in America. It remains silent for a minute, a maximum of two, but for Savannah, it seems to take hours. Her stomach twists and turns from all the tension. She lifts her head in fear. The sound of a repetitive firing machine gun echoes past the car. Leonel and Marco looked up softly. The violent sounds do not seem to disturb them. Savannah's heart beats faster and faster with every meter they drive. While the vehicle is moving forward remarkably slowly, Leonel stretches his legs. Marco follows his example and cracks his knuckles. Eventually, the car's engine stops. They have arrived ...Afraid, Savannah takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. She licks her lips and tries to calm her heartbeat. She looks up with a frightened heart at the unknown voices resounding next to the car. Sand crunches under oncoming footsteps. A loud thump is heard and the doors swing open. For a moment she narrowed her eyes against the bright sunlight. Marco stands up in silence. Leonel follows and drags Savannah straight with her upper arm. Her whole body shakes as she jumps out of the vehicle. "Marco" greets the unknown man and hugs Marco. For the first time, she saw a smile on Marco's face. He looks so different when he smiles. So warm...Oh, stop Savannah. She curses herself and looks nervously at the Mexican man. A smile adorns his dark mustache." Lalo" starts Tuco and reaches out to Savannah. "Savannah" he scoffs. An angry look appears in Savannah her eyes while she looks at Tuco. But he ignores it.

"Hola niña Bonita," says Lalo with a smile and looks at Savannah. Savannah swallows uncomfortably.

A broad, pony-tailed man taps Nacho's shoulder. [ In Spanish] "Pablo, escort Nacho and the lady to the secure room". Tuco orders and beckons Leonel. Pablo nods, after which Nacho grabs Savannah from Leonel his grasp.

Nacho's grass is so different. Softer .. carefully. As if he doesn't want to hurt her on purpose. Despite everything. Nacho takes a deep breath and follows Pablo into the terracotta-colored building. Only now does Savannah see where she ended up. A huge Mexican-style villa on a beautiful estate. Olive and cork trees, palm trees, and giant palm shrubs... Everything forms one whole with a neatly finished garden. A three-meter-high wall surrounds the garden ... And therefore, there is no way out. No way out, Savannah thinks sadly.

Unless ... it's not too late yet. She must do something! Now that Nacho is alone, she has a chance. She carefully looks at his tanned hands tightly around her upper arm. His deep gaze is fixed on the dark corridor in front of him. Savannah slyly turns her wrist.[In Spanish] "At the end of the hall, go to the left. The third door on your right" begins Pablo. "I need to go to the crapper." Nacho nods and follows the directions. As Pablo walks towards the bathroom and closes the door, different scenarios play before Savannah her eyes. She puts on her brave face and takes a deep breath. Nacho's solid footsteps echoed softly through the dark hallway. Savannah looks nervously at his black leather shoes. She subtly places her foot in front of his. Swearing, Nacho lands on the floor, dragging Savannah onto the soft carpet. She groans uncomfortably and turns so that she rolls out of his grasp. Nacho shouts angrily and grabs her ankle. A slight hint of remorse overtakes her as she stamps Nacho's throat.

Searching for breath, he fell backwards. Coughing, he loses his grip on the fleeing girl."Hey" Nacho shouts. As soon as he's he founds his breath again "Hey" he repeats louder and runs after her. Savannah's heart is pounding as she runs down the hall. She lets her right wrist slip out of the cuff and punches the door with all her might. Warm sunlight burns her face. Once more, she finds herself fleeing into her kidnappers' garden. She blinks for a moment before running off with Nacho on her heels. "Hey stop", he roars loudly and closes the door behind him. Savannah is desperately looking for a way out. Away from Nacho. Away from this place ... A breach in the wall, a gate, a step ... Something. She refuses to believe that there is no way out. Hidden behind a thick tree trunk, she closes her eyes for a second. She tries to arrange her thoughts and calms her breath. The leaves rustle as Nacho races past. He does not give up. That is clear. Maybe he just knows she has nowhere to go. "Come on, come on," Savannah whispers and peeks behind the thick stump that hides her from view. Diagonally from her, in the middle of the wall, a brown gate looms. It is the same height as the light wall, but the round handle can serve as a step. If she can run fast enough, the jump is achievable. "Okay," she whispers encouragingly. She took a deep breath. Where did Nacho go? "This is it" she whispers almost inaudibly and swallows again. Bravely, she takes a deep breath and prepares her trembling legs to run. The last time she tried to climb over a wall, Marco grabbed her. She must prevent this from happening again. She turns around in a hurry and...

BAM!!

Grunting, she falls down on her buttocks. She wails in anguish and stares in the bright sunlight at the sturdy shoulder she bumped into. Tuco ..."Did you really think it was going to be that easy?" Tuco grins and laughs. "No" she panics. Tuco smiles and straightens the terrified girl. "Did you really think we would be that stupid", he laughs and places his firm hands on her slender shoulders? She shudders when her back bumps on the strong tree. He looks into her eyes and smirks. "Did you now" he asks, whispering, and looks into her eyes. Her heart beats like a racing horse while she looks back into his brown eyes. Slowly, he steps closer. His body against hers. "Seriously what were you thinking," he asks softly. A dangerous smile rested on his lips. His hands were wrapped tight around her wrists. Savannah, who is too afraid to answer, just swallows and licks her lips. She tries to control her breath as she feels his muscles intensify. "Tuco" she whimpers softly. She feels his hard penis pressing against her. He laughs and grabs a better hold of her. "You can try as much as you want... there is no way out of here" he laughs and pushes her across the lawn. Rolling, she falls in the fresh grass. Savannah, suspiciously, crawls backward across the grass. "Tuco" pants Nacho and looks at him. "Sorry." Tuco ignores him and slowly walks towards her. A dangerous look rests in his eyes. "Tuco, relax" Nacho whispers. Savannah looks at the broad Mexican. He suddenly laughs. He is crazy, she thinks reproachfully. He smiles and returns his gaze to her. "Varga says; Relax" he starts and kneels next to her. He grabs her wrists, not listening to her wailing protests. "Tuco" repeats Nacho. "You know what happens to people who get on my nerves" whispers Tuco and pulls her closer. Nacho nervously places his hand on his shoulder.

[In Spanish] "Tuco, that's no way to treat ladies" Lalo scoffs and slowly walks over to them. His shadow blocked the sunlight from her frightened face. Tuco sniffs in amusement and straightens her up again. "Forgive my cousin" Lalo smiles when Tuco walks away angrily. He brushes a hair from her lips. She stares trembling at the slightly older man in front of her. He takes her and grins. "There is no need to panic," he begins, lifting her chin with his index finger. "You'll see", he winks and escorts her to the assigned room. As Savannah walks next to him like a person on death row, all she can think about is her brother... And her mother .. her poor mama ... Tears sparkle in her eyes as she walks defeated next to Lalo. She was right... There was no way out...