Nacho evening

Chihuaha- Mexico

11:30 AM

Friday 1 August 2009

Blurry images appeared before her eyes. A big Mexican man bends over her. [In Spanish] "Hold her still!!" Everything becomes black again.

A sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Savannah slowly opens her eyes. Left of her sits Marco. A tube connects her wrist to his. He is donating his blood to her. But why? Before she can ask, everything turns black again.

Groaning, Savannah opens her eyes. She is in her room again. The same prison room as before... What happened? How did she get here?

A white business shirt covers her body. Around her abdomen is a bandage. Why can't she remember how she got here? And why is she wearing this oversized shirt?! What the hell happened?!

"Hola Senorita" sounds suddenly. Savannah looks scared. "No need to frighten" grins Lalo. "I see you woke up, took your time" he blinks. "I'm sorry" she asks slowly. Lalo smirks and helps her sit up. "It's been four days since your little adventure." "Four days" she stammers. Lalo rubs a hair out of her mouth. "Open wide" he says, and shows a white pill in his hand. "What's that?" "Meds from the doctor, to make sure you don't die again." Savannah swallows and takes the pill from him. With a trembling hand she takes the glass of water and swallows the medicine, afraid of what it really might be.

"Good girl" laughs Lalo and pets her head like a dog. "Now, tell me." "Tell you what?" "Tell me everything." "I don't.. I'm.." Lalo grins. "Who did that to you?" "Nobody, I felt down." "Must be a hard fall" Lalo answers sarcastically. Savannah shakes her head. "I don't, I am sorry, I really don't know.." "We'll get back on that" blinks Lalo and stands upright. "Don't go anywhere" he says teasingly, before closing the door. Savannah scoffs. "As if" she mumbles. She smells on her sleeve. A familiar smell strokes her nose. But she can't place the smell.

It doesn't take long before the door opens again. Afraid her heart beats in her throat when Tuco walks in. His arms are crossed over his broad chest. He doesn't say anything. Just stands there. Savannah could only imagine the rage that must be pumping through his veins.

"Marco needs his shirt back" he said at last. It was Marco, his shirt?! Tuco grabs a long green lace dress from the clothing closet and throws it at her. With a huff, she catches it. "Now" orders Tuco sternly. Savannah swallows. She really doesn't want to change when Tuco is here. Tuco rolls his eyes. "Are you deaf? Or do I need to give you a hand?!" Savannah shook her head, afraid of what he might do with that hand. Groaning she crawls up. She starts to unbutton the probably super expensive blouse. Her back turned towards Tuco. Her heart beats in her throat while she tries to control her breathing. What did Lalo mean by that? We'll get back on that?

Afraid she jumps up when she feels Tuco, his hand on her shoulder. "Tuco" she whimpers, but he shushes her. "Please, I have a lot of pain." "That's your own fault" he answers, cold.

Savannah holds her tears back. She places her teeth on her lips and closes her eyes. Tuco chuckles and pins her between his body and the closet. "What? No talk now? Where did your big mouth go to? Huh?" Savannah's stomach twists and turns. She turns her head to the side when he kisses her neck gently. Savanah takes a deep breath to hide her sobs and turns her eyes towards the wooden sealing. She just gave up fighting. She knows her father would be disappointed, so would her mother but she just can't anymore. She is in pain, her mind is broken. She isn't even sure anymore what she wants. Not so long ago she begged for death. And then when she finally was going to die she was so afraid of dying. So afraid that she took Marco his hand... And whispered his name, begging to save her life... And now..Now he did and she wasn't sure if she would be grateful or sad. With Tuco kissing and touching her body like she is a little doll, to play with whenever he feels... She isn't sure about anything anymore. In the end, they were gonna kill her probably anyway... So why this? Is this his way to torture her.

"That was bold" says Tuco. His voice sinking low and raspy. His thumb was tracing the inside of her jaw. Running across her bottom lip. His hungry eyes, devouring her where she stood. His chest pressing into her. With those deep brown eyes he just looked at her. Deciding what he wanted to do. She knew what he wanted. He pushed his body harder into hers. His fingers pulling the roots of her hair. She gasped when he nibbled and bit her nipple. He placed his hand over her lips. "We don't want to draw any more attention don't we" he grunted into her ear. He placed three fingers inside of her. Slipping it harder in and out. Each time with more force. It seemed to excite him that she whimpered with tears in her eyes. Of pain, of shame and of misery. Never ever did she want to sleep with Tuco. The crazy homicidal maniac. But now.. She had no choice. He was too strong and she had no power to fight anymore. His thumb did beat against her clit with anger, lust... Trying to get a moan out of her. He removed his hand, turned his back towards him and pushed her on the bed. "Tuco, no" she begged. "Shut up" he ordered. "Shut up and moan Perá! Savannah placed her teeth on the blanket. She closed her eyes and tried to bury her face in the pillow. Trying to sob her cries. Her painfull short tormented moans and wails. Meanwhile Tuco putted his pants down. He chuckled and grabbed her wrists. He hastily pinned her hands above her head and placed his weight on top of her. For a moment Savannah felt like she was going to shoke. Like a big anaconda grabbed her, trying to break her insides. And then, he pushed himself in her. She felt disgusting, dirty, almost like she was a monster herself.

Tuco growls and tries to control his breathing. He gets up. "Get dressed" he orders while closing his pants. Without a word he leaves the room. Savannah swallows and sobs. She takes a moment to gather herself again. She wipes away her tears and crawls up into a bowl. Pain shoots through her abdomen. A short scream escapes her lips while she stretches her body again. She gets slowly up and takes the dress Tuco dumped on the floor. She walks over to the closet and puts on her bra and underpants. A knock sounds when she tries to lift the dress. "Awh" she exclaims and gasps. She places her hand on the bandage. A short scream escapes her troth when she falls with a bounce on the floor. "Savannah" asks Nacho in panic and runs inside the room. He looks at her, sitting on the floor next to her dress. It doesn't take long before he gets what was happening. A smile curls on his lips. "Don't" she warns. Nacho crosses his arms. "Need some help" he asks. "No" she answers stubbornly. Nacho teasingly moves his hand, gesturing that she needs to go further with dressing herself. Savannah tries to get up. Nacho bursts out laughing. "Oh sure, laugh with me. You freaking assholes. That's all you have been doing since the beginning. Laughing and making fun with me!!" Nacho laughs and shakes his head. It almost seems like her little tantrum is a joke for him. "Oh you think this is funny?" "No, no. Not at all" says Nacho chuckling and shaking his head. He walks over towards her and helps her back on her feet. Savannah groans. She looks into Nacho his eyes when she almost falls over. His deep brown eyes are filled with worry. "Thank you" she mumbles. Nacho lifts the dress and helps it over her head.

"Come on, looks like you can use a bath." "Do I stink that bad?" Nacho laughs and shakes his head again. He opens the door and beckons her with his finger. Savannah hastily steps into her green flats and walks behind him. Nacho was different. Kinder, sweeter, more human....

The hot water runs over her body, washing all the dirt, all the left overs from Tuco away. Tears escape her eyes again. She needs a moment... a moment to let go. Distressed crying she stands under the shower. Shivering, hysterically crying and most of all letting it all out.

She slowly leaves the bathroom, clean and brushed. Nacho sits on the ground, playing with a golden coin. He looks up at her. "Hungry?" Savannah doubts with answering. She really doesn't want to face Tuco right now. "Relax, it is just you and me. Everyone left for Don Eladio. He is like the cartel boss, let just say it like that. Don't let me sit alone outside please." Savannah smiles soft. Nacho time... yeah she can do that. "Fine" she says. A relieving smile appears on his lips.

The hours slowly tick by while Savannah and Nacho sit outside in the garden. He a beer, she a jarritos. She made a promise to Nacho that she would try every flavor. They have been talking about almost everything she can think of. Family, friends, childhood...

Nacho laughs and drinks from his beer. "No way. I cannot believe that you did that" he laughs. "Why, cause I'm such a scary cat" she jokes. "No, no" says Nacho and shakes his head. "Just. you didn't seem the type." Savannah smiles. "You don't know half of me" she blinks. Nacho grins impressed. "Now" he says and stands up. "You told me your daddy learned you to dance." "Oh no, no no!" Savannah protests. Nacho chuckles. "Oh yes" he says and grabs her hands. "Nacho.." She sighs and looks into his eyes. "Fine" she says. "But we don't have any music." Nacho laughs. "Ah" he says and takes his phone out of his pocket. He places the song Despacito on." For real" she asks. "It's a great dance song" he says. Savannah chuckles. "I haven't danced in like... ten years." "I'll lead" he blinks and takes her hand. Savannah laughs, careful not to step on his feet. The song slowly ends. That sneaker has placed the acoustic version. She doesn't know if she is happy or annoyed with that. He slowly stops moving and looks into her eyes. Savannah swallows. Nacho blinks and slowly lets go of her. "Eh, you are not that bad of dancer" he jokes. Savannah laughs. "Yeah well" she laughs. A little bit unsure of what just happened they sit down again. "Are you hungry" he asks. Savannah nods. "Yeah kind of" she must admit. Her stomach was growling like an angry wolf. Nacho stands up. He helps Savannah up and leads her towards the kitchen.

Nacho tells her about growing up with his dad, working in the garage while making chimichangas with chicken for them. Savannah observes while he talks and cooks. She likes a man who can cook. And she has never ever eaten chimichangas before. She drinks from her jarritos bottle and listens in silence. He had a hard life. That's for sure.

She had such a great time today thanks to Nacho. Even though it started in horror. She loved the chit chat with him but she was also glad that she could spend dinner in silence. Just the two of them, sitting at the table. Enjoying the delicous food. One thing was for sure. That man could cook!

While they were finishing dinner her greatest fear came true. Tuco and his family had returned from Don Eladio. "Hola" greets Lalo and walks inside. He blinks at Savannah. Savannah smiles and hands the dried plate to Nacho. "Had a good time" asks Nacho. "Yeah it was alright" says Tuco without looking at Savannah. Savannah swallows. What was that guy's deal?! Nacho looks at Savannah. She nods. Understanding Nacho brings her back towards her room. "Good night Savannah" he says. "Thank you Nacho, I had a great day" she says. Nacho nods. "Good night Nacho" she says. Nacho closes the door. For the first time, she doesn't feel that alone in her room. Nacho meant good. That much was clear.