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“I don’t know what,” Noelle croaked. “He’s growing stronger every time and I grow weaker.”
Injuries upon injuries, even if she prepared herself thoroughly for the next time he came for her, she could never defend her because she could barely move.
Even going to the bathroom was out of the question if it weren’t for Lucero’s help.
“He’s going to kill you, Noelle. You know that’s exactly what he wants, but only after he’s made you suffer for what you did to him.”
In an attempt to help her, Lucero had taken the risk to spy for her, going as far as to eavesdrop in Sergio’s personal suite. She’d heard personal conversations between Sergio and his doctor that Noelle doubted he wanted anyone to know.
Due to the nature of the accident, the doctors hadn’t been able to reattach his penis so they’d had to cauterize it where Noelle had cut it. But that wasn’t the worst. Not only was he now impotent, but he couldn’t even relieve himself properly, needing the use of a catheter.
Yet that wasn’t the most outrageous thing.
To combat the rumors going around the hacienda that put his masculinity into question, Sergio had arranged for five more girls to be moved into the house as part of his harem. And according to what Lucero had heard, they were now going around praising Sergio as the greatest lover.
“I know,” Noelle sighed. “A few more beatings and I can see myself…” she swallowed hard.
She wasn’t about to give up. She knew that in the depths of her soul. Yet she was out of ideas.
She wanted to fight, but she didn’t know how.
God…if only she had the strength of a man so she could fight back. If only she weren’t so weak that she could only lay there on the floor while he kicked her, time and time again.
“Call your family,” Lucero suddenly said. “Surely they wouldn’t just sit by and watch you like this…”
“I don’t know,” Noelle whispered. “They must have known who Sergio was. My brother knowseverything.I refuse to believe he would have been ignorant of what goes at the hacienda, or what Sergio is really like.”
“At least try. I’m really scared that you’re not going to last much longer in this state. Already,” her breath hitched as her eyes traveled over Noelle’s form.
Her entire face was a combination of yellow, purple and black. Where new wounds faded, new ones appeared. She looked entirely unlike how Lucero had first seen her and that worried her.
“If he doesn’t come tonight,” Noelle swallowed. “Help me get to a phone?”
She didn’t have her own cell phone—she hadn’t been allowed one.
Though Cisco had left her with one, Sergio had been quick to search all her belongings and throw almost everything away.
The only way she could reach her family was if she managed to get to the phone in the living room.
“Tonight,” Lucero promised.
Lucero cleaned her wounds, applying healing ointment on each. Though it hurt to be touched even in the slightest, Noelle bore it with quiet dignity.
If it hadn’t been for Lucero, Noelle knew that she would probably already be dead. Her wounds would have gotten infected and she would have likely become septic.
After Lucero gave her one of her teas that helped with pain, Noelle went to sleep.
Already tortured for weeks with the promise of death, she realized that whether it came today or tomorrow, it was the same thing to her. The least she could do was have a moment of peace where she didn’t think of her impending doom.
The tea was godsent and Noelle managed to sleep uninterrupted until late at night when Lucero came to her room once more.
“It’s time,” she whispered. “El Señor isn’t at home, so we need to act fast.”
Noelle groaned as she shuffled off her bed, putting on a long tunic and barely holding off a wince as the material brushed against her wounds.
Lucero was by her side, holding her hand as she led her out of her apartment and to the living room where was a cord telephone.
Luckily, she remembered the phone number from her home upstate. But that only meant that there was every chance of her mother answering the phone, and that wouldn’t bode well for her.
