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He is my greatest fear. How he will react when he realizes who I am—whatI am. Losing him. That would forever destroy me.
"What is her dream?" The next question rolls, and I hold my breath, anticipating his answer.
There's a little back and forth between Raf and Michele before Raf finally answers.
"To be independent and become a pianist."
I close my eyes, this time waiting for the shocks to come.
Surely enough, my body starts seizing, the pain double this time. It feels like I'm suffocating. I can barely catch my breath as wave after wave of pain assaults my body.
"Please stop. Give her pain to me," Raf calls out. "Let me feel the pain, just…not her."
God, how I wish those words could warm me. But he got it wrong… How could he get it wrong?
Those are just goals, not dreams.
My biggest dream has always been for him to return my feelings—to hear the word love from his lips. Even after our last conversation, how can he not realize that?
"What is the one thing she's most insecure about?" Michele asks the next question, and the moment Raf fails to answer, panic painted all over his features, I know this is a losing game.
What does he even know?
"Time is running out, Rafaelo," Michele taunts.
"Her scars," Raf states.
Raising my eyes to the camera, I exhale painfully, waiting for the next bout of pain to come.
And as the wands make contact with my damp skin, I feel pure agony.
All the while I want nothing more than to yell at him.
Why?
How?
How could he not know what my deepest insecurity has been from day one? The fact that I'd never measure up to his perfect Lucero. That I'd always be just his second choice.
Michele continues to toy with Raf, making fun of his wrong answers. All the while, I feel dead in my own skin.
He got a lot right, but he got wrong the ones that matter the most.
What does that say about us?
A few more minutes later, a man comes inside to remove Lucero's blindfold and her mufflers.
She blinks, staring in wonder at the screen in front of her. But as she turns, looking at me, her eyes widen in horror.
She stares at me like one would their worst nightmare. Shaking in her chair, she starts moving wildly against her bounds.
Good thing they left her gag on, otherwise I don't doubt she'd be screaming my ears off.
Another reason to kill her.
As I take her in, I have to wonder what it was that got Raf's attention. Sure, she’s pretty with her ashy blonde hair and indigenous features. But she’s nothistype.
But then I remember—it wasn't her looks that made him fall for her. It was her personality—herkindsoul.
