Chapter 4 Reaching The Desperate Limit

The men watching the scene just kept their heads down and wanted to minimize their stocks to zero percent. The beautiful house that was once beautifully lit and filled with warmth, now felt cold and lifeless. It was full of men dressed in black, neatly dressed and on guard at all times. At first, for Ximena it was something uncomfortable and intimidating, however, she had to accept it due to Lucas's lifestyle, she couldn't simply reproach and criticize something she already knew would happen. He had to get used to the blood, the occasional screams of pain, the torture even sometimes in the living room. Lucas had grown up in that kind of life from the start. cold and cruel… Seeing that there were no more words from her, Ximena decided to go up to her room. She took off her clothes that she had so far noticed that she was dirty and headed for the shower. His arms and knees were scarred, his wrists bore the hideous marks of his previous cuts. All that at some point was perfect, clear porcelain skin was marked and/or scarred. Her hair, once long and beautifully manicured, was now too short and dull. She finished taking a shower and, wearing a thin robe, lay down on the bed exhausted. At some point she fell asleep, however, her light sleep allowed her to hear the door of the room open and Lucas' footsteps enter. He opened his eyes and just sat upright on the bed. She didn't speak to him and avoided her gaze from start to finish. When Lucas finally lay back on the same bed, she turned her back on him. He sadly fought the terrible urge to hold her. He was still there, by his side. It was the only thing that mattered. If she could feel her presence, that was enough. Lucas fell asleep almost immediately. Ximena, for her part, tossed and turned in bed all night without being able to fall asleep again. And as she watched him sleep so peacefully, an immense desire to beat him to death invaded her. A noise caught her attention and, outside the balcony, two of her men looked inside her. She shuddered and looked at the sleeping Lucas in disbelief again. Trust was over. She hugged her knees and rested her chin on them. If he no longer trusted her…? Why continue that way? It was fun. She smiled softly and just leaned back into herself. She cried softly as quietly as she could and fell asleep that way. Lucas, who upon hearing his uniform breathing, opened his eyes, saw the small ball of meat rolled up as if it were tremblingly capable of resisting storms and hurricanes. He gently laid her back and caressed her gaunt face with an eerily calm expression. The sky was beginning to clear up, and the time that she would sleep, as always, would be very short. He opened the drawer of the cabinet next to the bed with his key, took one of the syringes and injected his arm. Feeling her stiffness begin to ease, he sighed deeply and hugged her tight, falling asleep with her. Opening her eyes again, Ximena tried to get up, however, her body felt so stiff and heavy that she was surprised. The sun was at its highest, there were no clocks or calendars. Just another new day with nothing else... but suffocation. Knock Knock knock. "Ma'am, do you want me to serve you breakfast?" Ximena was surprised, since she had arrived at that house, no woman had set foot in that place. She had fervently insisted on doing the housework so as not to disturb Lucas with strange people. So, the daunting task of cleaning that huge house fell on her day after day, but even so, she did it perfectly and with a lot of love. Those who had made their meals and attended to their needs since they "got sick" had. been the guards. I guess there's no need for that anymore… “Lady? He is, okay? I'll go in.” Before Ximena could refuse and react. The woman had already entered. She gasped at the sight of the beautiful woman in front of her. She was tall, slim, not voluptuous, yet her pretty body was outlined perfectly in her apron. Her lovely gray eyes were so pure and beautiful it was hard to look away from them and her long brown hair was held back with a garter. She looked like a delicate and beautiful housewife. Like her in the past… He looked down, and without realizing it, he began to see his already battered arms and legs... It was natural. How could a man as perfectionist as Luca’s bear to see something so horrible every day? If he was attracted to that woman, would he let her go? Or would he just kill her? When the woman did not receive an answer and saw that he did not take his eyes off her, she got worried and approached her. Lucas had left her a clear warning that if something happened to her, no matter how small. She would pay the consequences. Seeing the dark and red marks on his body he unconsciously gasped. Ximena didn't look at her, but simply looked away without flinching. Noticing how exaggerated her reaction was, the girl knelt in front of her. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I…” "Don't do that, stand up.” Whatever the outcome, he just had to wait and see. He looked back and saw the woman in front of her who didn't get up. “You are very beautiful…” The girl swallowed and seeing his smile shuddered. He didn't know exactly what he was thinking, however, he could already get an idea. "Yes... Ma'am, Mr. Lucas brought me here to take care of you..." “Don't worry, I didn't mean it with other intentions, it was a sincere compliment. I'm sorry if he bothered you.” Seeing her expression, the girl could feel a little calmer, she smiled and looked directly at her. “It's nothing ma'am, my name is Ámbar, I'll be here to take care of you. Whatever you need, don't hesitate to ask”.