Victor

Chihuahua- Mexico

1:40 PM

Thursday 8 August 2009

Savannah smiles gently as she walks beside Nacho. Her slender body is dressed in black tied-cut front ruffle trim wrap hem dress that reaches down to her knees. Her black flats are tied around her ankles with a dainty ribbon. Her long hair is tied up in a long braid that hangs down her neck. Nacho has to admit, she looks good. Better than three days ago when Tuco tried to kill her in front of Leonel and Marco.

"So, you're going to tell me you've never eaten blueberry soup in all your life?" "No," says Savannah, surprised that he is so indignant. "Then we're going to change that today," he says. Savannah chuckles. To get out of the manor once Nacho had decided to show her the nature around and then Tuco could have a chat with his family "Hola Nachito" suddenly sounds.

Two young men suddenly stand in front of him. "Savannah, run," Nacho says softly. Savannah swallows. She takes a step back. "Do that and your friend dies" says the man to which they draw their weapons. Savannah swallows. Nacho raises his hands. "Savannah, don't think about me, run!" Savannah bites her lip. Tears came to her eyes. "It was harder to find you Nachito, and Gus wasn't happy. Especially about your hiding her...What will it be... Savannah" asks the smallest. The dark African smiles at him. "Victor... leave her. She's nobody." "Nobody is not what we hear" chuckles Victor. "Nacho, I'm sorry" Savannah whispers and looks at him. She steps towards him again. "Savannah, don't," Nacho whispers. "On your knees nachito" says the black man amused. "Tyrus you have no idea who you are messing with" says Nacho. Tyrus laughs. "No!" Savannah yells in shock and places her hands over his mouth when Tyrus knocks Nacho down with the hilt of his weapon. Nacho falls unconscious on the stones. "Nacho" she yells and wants to rush to him but Victor stops her. "No, let go of me," she protests. "Sorry prinses, we have other plans," he says, pushing her into the back seat of a black SUV. He sits down next to her.

"Nachito is not worth your tears" Victor mocks and wipes the tear from her head. "Now you better sleep because it's a long drive" he says and without warning he bangs her head against the window.

Savannah opens her eyes slowly. She growls and looks up. There is blood on her forehead. She's still in the car. Surprised, almost overheated and most importantly... handcuffed. Victor sits next to her. He looks at her with concentration. A smile curls around his lips. Good morning princess and welcome back to Albuquerque" he smiles. "Welcome back?" Did they bring her back? Why? She swallows and sits up straight. Tyrus drives the SUV calmly on a desert road. Wherever they want to take her, It's definitely nothing good. Is there nothing she can do? She swallows and tries to free her hand from the cuff unnoticed. Victor looks uninterested in her out the window. She sees a gun lying next to him on the couch. She swallows and looks at her chest. As expected, she is not wearing her seat belt. Come on Savannah She thinks. Make Marco proud. With a wave of bravery, she didn't know she had before, she pulls her hand out of the cuff and grabs the weapon. "Hey" Victor shouts. Savannah scratches his cheek as he tries to take the gun. Tyrus is distracted by the skirmish and looks back. The car starts to swing. Accidentally fires the weapon and shatters the front window. Savannah swallows and looks up scared. "Are you crazy?" Victor roars and sits on top of her. "No" she yells and tries to push him off her. Savannah feels his hard penis jerk through his pants. She tries to push him away, afraid of his tyranny. While she pulls Tyus his girdle. "TYRUS" Victor roars loudly.