Chapter 8:Animal Cruelty
A quick chapter, I hope it makes sense, it didn't take me long to put it together and I had time to burn so I hope you guys like this chapter.
Chapter 8: Animal Cruelty
Vaas had came back hours later, the events from before kept me in the same position I woke up in. My tears had died down an hour ago and my eyes now stared at the ceiling lifelessly. I had no point in life now, my love was gone, Jessica was probably dead, and my parents murdered by the man I love. That's right I still loved him and I was a fool to still feel so strongly for him after everything that had just taken place. I was wrapped tightly in the covers, my arms holding them against my breasts, the pillows under me sunk down with my head. Suddenly I heard a click at the door, I honestly didn't care when Vaas had walked in I just continued to stare expressionless at the ceiling. I heard hurried boots thump across the concrete floor around the bed, but not once did I look over at Vaas. The bed sunk at the width edge, I heard a loud sigh come from below me.
"Bella... I would like to apologize."
"It's okay."
"What?" Vaas snapped, his tone slightly annoyed or confused, I couldn't tell at this point. I sat up slowly and stared at him, holding the covers to my body with one hand while the other propped my torso up. Vaas was staring over his shoulder at me, with his eyebrows furrowed with confusion."What do you mean?"
"I left... And it was stupid of me to think everything would have a happy ending when I returned. I can live on, I never really liked my parents anyways and if that's how you really feel about me, well, it's your opinion." Vaas's lips parted and his eyebrows grew more narrowed along with his eyes, he was completely surprised on my reaction. I had to admit it hurt me, all around, but he left and gave me time to think. I took that time to deduce that the things that occurred I couldn't control, I would have to face the facts that things had changed that doesn't mean they didn't bother me. Vaas was a murderer and that scared me more than ever, he killed my parents, yet I still loved him. I was just a confused girl, stuck in the middle stage of a mental breakdown.
"I overreacted to your rejection... It was my fault."
"But you meant everything you said... And..." I sniffled wiping my tears away with the back of my right wrist. "I don't really care anymore." He was silent, most likely trying to put the pieces of the situation together.
"You still love me though?" I bit my bottom lip and looked down at the sheets, taking a deep breath, I looked up to make eye contact with Vaas.
"I do... I don't think that will ever change. You were my first crush, my first kiss-"
"Your first fuck." He finished, his tone brutal to my heart, he said it as though I was just another woman to him.
"How many other woman were you with after... Me?" He smirked, knowing well enough the jealousy and pain that it brought me. It was hard to believe that Vaas would gain any comfort from hurting me, but I would have to face that he wasn't the same.
"A lot." He turned his back to me again, tasting his hands up to rest on the back of his head as his torso dropped down onto the bed, he stared up at the ceiling. "Are your breasts natural?"
"E-Excuse m-me?"
"I asked if those hooters were real?"
"Vaas... Why would you-" He shrugged chuckling slightly.
"They felt real, they got pretty big Bella since you left." I naturally pulled the covers away to look down at my breasts giving personal measurements with my hands, failing to realize that Vaas had turned onto his belly and was looking at me with his arms crossed. "You enjoying yourself?" I gasped pulling the covers up again and staring at him with blushed cheeks. "They are big, right?"
"Isn't that unattractive?"
"No!" He shook his head. "You fucking with me? I actually find that really sexy and your skin... It's much softer... So tempting. Plus, you worked out?"
"I did... Lost twenty pounds."
"Really, I gained weight."
"Muscle weight."
"Hmm, I think other wise. I try my best not to look like a fat ass when I am shooting people." I would have laughed at the comment if he hadn't included his terrible actions into it. He knew it bothered me by the way I bit my bottom lip and dug my nails into the covers. "Have you ever used a gun before?" He asked smugly, not expecting an answer.
"Yes... A long time ago, you took me hunting." He laughed digging his head into the covers then looking up at me again.
"Only you would remember that Bella."
"You don't?"
"No... Those days mean nothing to me now." He stood up and turned to the dresser, opening a drawer and searching through it.
"I don't have pants for woman, but you can wear my boxers for now. No underwear either Chica or a bra."
"What happened to my other clothes?"
"I burned them."
"What?"
"I burned them." I was silent after that, I heard his answer loud and clear and I did not like it at all, but he didn't care, there was more important things to worry about.
"Vaas?"
"What the fuck is it?"
"Will you be able to get me my own clothes and undergarments?"
"Nope, I will consider it, but as of this moment..." He turned and threw a large red tank top at me with grey boxers, placing his hands on his hips he smirked. "You are a prisoner." I held the clothes tightly, my hands shaking and my knuckles going white. "Well what the fuck are you waiting for?! Get dressed!" He snapped at me, I nodded pulling the covers up further so I could dress under them, Vaas leaned against the dresser crossing his arms and staring at me with aggravation. Once I had finished, I stepped up from the bed, the side of my breasts peeking through the wide holes of the sleeveless tank and my nipples uncontrollably perking up against the fabric, the boxers did no justice and were to big, nearly sliding down to reveal my most sensual part of my body. Vaas was one to notice a satisfied smirk on his face and his bottom lip sucking between his teeth. I adjusted the shirt so my nipples weren't so revealing.
"You horny?" He asked randomly, I gulped staring up at him with embarrassment. "It's okay if you are, I mean I am." I shook my head in disgust.
"Asshole." I mumbled out of impulse under my breath his smirk fell and his lips pursed. He took a long stride forward so his body was an inch from mine, the heat coming from him causing me to flinch.
"What was that Hermana? Say it to my fucking face!" I stared up at him with fear, he stared back into my eyes, reaching his hands up to grasp the sides of my face in which he pulled my forehead to his lips. "Don't forgive me, for what I'm about to do to you Bella... Don't." He whispered, Vaas sniffled as though he was about to cry, my hands about to grasp his wrists before he pulled away snatching my left wrist with a firm grip, enough to bruise. He pulled me through the metal door which lead to stairs that went down to another large metal door at the bottom. His grip was getting tighter on my wrist and his speed ahead of mine almost caused me to stumble at the top of the stairs. My feet meeting the cold solid that made the stairs, Vaas's boots clinging against the metal and causing it to vibrate beneath my feet.
"Vaas! Stop you're hurting me." I whined, he ignored me, pulling me down the stairs and opening the door to she'd light into the narrow dark stairway. He held the door open pulling me forward and pushing me into the dirt in front of the door. The sun blinding me for a moment before my eyes had adjusted. Vaas looked around, I heard the slamming of the metal door and the tight grip of his hand on my wrist again, pulling me to my feet. I looked around, we had exited a large warehouse at the end of a large camp, shanties and small buildings circled around a small stage in the center of the camp with a pole piercing it down the middle and three red couches surrounding it. Men wearing red looked in our direction for a moment before continuing on with their business or just lazing around on a large crate, smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer, or cleaning their gun. Packages of a white substance stacked onto each other leaned against several of the buildings, a path between each building must have led to a branch off of the main camp. Vaas pulled me along, as we passed the stage eyes continued to glance up at us with curiosity, but then look away. I stumbled again, nearly falling into Vaas, but I caught my feet before falling. He didn't look at me once, leading me down a path between a red bricked building and a shanty, the path was between the jungle as you continued further, it soon led to a large opening, with cages making the edges of the circle. Villagers and damaged whores sat in these cages, Vaas stopped me in front of a cage across from the path, he opened it and without a word threw me in onto the ground, closing the door and then walking back down the way we came. I quickly turned and ran up to the bamboo bars, gripping them tightly and watching as he walked away.
"Vaas? Wait!" I shouted, he didn't turn at all and just continued walking, I slid onto my knees until he disappeared down the path. I was in complete disbelief, he had left here like an animal, I looked around at the others in the cages. They were in terrible condition, bloodied or beaten, I looked at the cage to the left of me to find a Vietnamese old man, I scooted back from the bars until my back met the bars across from them. I pulled my knees into my chest as tears started to fall down my face. The old man in the cage beside me looked dead, flies surrounded his gaped open mouth, his legs sprawled out, his nylon pants ripped, no shirt to cover his bony ribs from not eating for a long period of time, reminding me how hunger I felt, his skin was flappy at his stomach, his feet were scabbed and blistered, his teeth were partially missing and a bright yellow, he had a long grey beard, and no hair to cover his head. His skin was that of an oriental, but it was wrinkled and rusty looking, he looked in need of a bath, his chest rising and falling, with his lips burnt to a crisp. I looked ahead at the path again, the blazing sun causing sweat to start beading at my forehead. Slight pains from my bandaged stomach were no surprise to me, I failed to notice before as I was so caught up with Vaas.
"Hey." I heard a soft vietemenese voice to the right of me, I looked over to find a native girl wearing a red bikini. Her black hair was greasy and treaded over her shoulders with knots at the bottom. She had bruises all over her neck and thighs, tan skin from the blistering sun. "What did Vaas do to you?" She asked hesitantly, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"He-He broke my heart." I replied with a raspy voice, raising a hand up to brush through my hair, my hair dove up naturally and fell over my left eye.
"W-What do you mean? Aren't you his new whore?"
"New whore?" My eyes narrowed at her, I was no whore.
"I was entertaining up on the stage when Vaas brought you in last night. It had rained pretty bad before then, I assumed you were his new toy." I shook my head, holding back the tears was getting easier, a lump in my throat.
"No!" I answered sternly, she flinched back and scooted away from the bars sitting in a fetal position. I looked ahead at the path again. "Never..." I muttered, she was silent after that, aware that I was in deep thought. I had enough of this, I wasn't going to let my love for Vaas get in the way of my everyday survival, get in the way of what people see me as... From this point on... I was going to be tough, I wasn't going to let him get the best of me, he knew he was hurting me and he didn't seem to care so... Neither would I.