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Chapter 26: Unexpected Visitor

I had a good meal, if you considered a large bowl of watery rice anything good. the Doctor gave me a clean pair of clothes, that of which did not belong to Vaas, or was in anyway physically attractive. The clothes were tattered and shady, much bigger from my fragile form and loose. A large white t-shirt following a black pair of shorts that I needed to tie extra tight in order to keep it around my waist.
I had no shoes and at this point I could care less if I did or didn't, the night consisted of tossing and turning as it is over length of other things. To many things on my mind to go to sleep, to much to worry about. Would Vaas really kill me if I didn't give myself to him before the end of the week? He wasn't that lustful... Or was he? I couldn't tell the difference anymore, he was not who I thought he was. That was that, he didn't care as much as he use to and I had lost hope, he could not be saved...
It made me feel terrible knowing that I could do nothing for the man I loved. Not that he would let me do anything for him anyways. I will forget what he said and instead remember the man that use to sneak into my home at night, hold me in his arms, and give me sweet kisses. That man that is my dearest lover now, would probably wrap me in his arms and force me to "fuck" him... Vaas doesn't ask for permission for anything anymore.
The sun had came up and the evident sound of my doom struck me when I heard the sound of my name being called by a familiar Spanish accent. He ran up the stairs entering the bedroom, I turned my back to him and growled. Dark circles had formed under my eyes from a restless night, his probably worse from four.
"Bella..." He cooed, I decided to ignore his smug tone, closing my eyes and snuggling further into the covers. "If you don't look at me I will make you look at me!" He snarled, I eventually turned to face him, he was no easy man when it came to the sport of the 'please' word. He smirked and nodded his head with approval, he crossed his arms and leaned on his hip. "Guess who showed up on my island?" I rolled my eyes and sighed weaving my fingers through my greasy hair, I had forgotten to take a shower. I didn't answer, he shrugged suggestively turning on his heel and nearly leaving out the door before blurring out the familiar name, "Christopher Mints Plaze." I shot up from the mattress despite my aching limbs and followed out after him.
He turned at the end of the stairs and smirked up at me, I gripped tightly onto the rusty railing.
"Mclovin?" I began, he nodded his head and opened his arms for me to come to him. I shook my head walking the rest of the way down the stairs till I was only a ruler's length apart from his chest. "So then what?"
"We are going to the camp on the south beach. I had a couple of other Americans to take care of over there, but when you have a Hollywood actor on your island, you sort of make them your priority, no?"
"He is seriously on this island."
"Yep, he was supposed to be doing some fucking show or whatever."
"Oh..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Christopher Mints Plaze on this island? Wonder what Hoyt is thinking right now about that? I despise that man... I followed Vaas as we walked our way from the warehouse, the camp still desolate from his orders last night I am assuming. "I will get my own shanty, when we get there right?" I continued, he made a glance over his shoulder, but continued on.
"No. Its best you stay with me. It's far more safer mi Bella."
"Do stop calling me that Vaas." He stopped mid step, twirling around to face me he glared at me with a severe amount of strictness in his expression.
"What?" He questioned, trying to hold back the anger in his tone. I took a deep breath, no more Vaas... I love you, but this has to happen.
"I asked if you could stop calling me that."
"No, no, no!" He waved a finger at me, taking a step forward and closing the distance between our body. He stared down at me, I stubbornly staring back. "You told me. I want you to ask this time... In a much nicer tone." I licked my lips and nodded my head. He's so full of himself now.
"Please will you stop calling me your Bella?" His lips turned up into a simple smile, he shook his head.
"No." He reached his hands up to grasp my cheeks, caressing the skin with his bandaged thumbs and pulling me to him. Our lips touching immediately, I bit down on his lip, but he held me tighter soon wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me straight into his chest. I placed my hands on his chest in hopes of pushing him away, but it was to much. I felt a craving to have him against me, the warmth could not be matched.
I violently found a way to get him off of me, taking a few steps back, he stared at me for a moment before turning and continuing in the direction he was going.
"I missed you, you know." He said as he stared straight forward halfway to the entrance of the compound. I crossed my arms and sighed.
"How?"
"I couldn't stand you being asleep for three days."
"The doctor says you slept beside me every night, is that true?"
"He wouldn't lie about that, would he?" He countered smugly.
"Why?" Vaas stopped again, turning to me he walked up beside me, reaching for my hand which was tucked under my opposite armpit. He wove our fingers together and started walking again pulling me along with him.
"I already told you I'm not losing you again." He brought my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckle and then pulling his hand away picking up the pace to keep ahead of me. Every day more and more, I get confused. My body reacted to him in ways I could not explain, but my mind told me to not forgive him to stay away... Then it told me to give in, love him and become the monster he has become. We entered a boat, just me and him, I didn't see the doctor anywhere.
"Where is the Doctor?" He shrugged.
"I let him go yesterday, babe." He started the boat engine reaching a hand out to help me in, I hopped int on my own. Making the mistake of tripping over a small bundle of rope and falling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. His breath hazed over my neck, moving to my ear till he nibbled lightly on my lobe. A breath caught in my throat and I gasped at the sensation. He chuckled huskily in my ear, I bit my bottom lip, my hands sliding up to grasp his biceps.
"You need to be more careful." He whispered into my ear, my eyes flashed open and I pushed him away. He smirked siting himself down at the wheel in the center of the boat. I sat myself down on the boats floor pulling my knees to my chest and taking a deep breath. The cackling of the engine brought my attention to the fact that the boat was moving, in no time going at a quick speed, the waves crashed against the sides of the boat.
My ratted hair blew in the wind as it pushed against the boat, a loud whooshing occurred in my ears as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool air in my face. It was about fifteen minutes before the sound of the engine was cut short. I opened my eyes to see that Vaas was pulling up onto the shore, I pushed myself up onto my feet as the boat beach onto the sand. I walked forward passing Vaas to hop off the boat when his strong arm wrapping around my waist pulling me to his side.
"I want to warn you that Michael is here. Stay away from him." Vaas hissed into my ear before letting me go, I hopping off the boat and turned to look at him. I crossed my arms, strands of charcoal hair flowing before my eyes. He hopped off onto the sand with me, the pattern of his boots engraving into the sand.
"Why would I want anything to do with him anyways?" I hissed back at him, he crossed his arms mimicking me in a mock like way. He stood across from me, a pouty expression on his face, meant to reflect mine. I flung my hands up in the air and sighed in annoyance letting them fall at my sides. "I hate you. You know that?"
"Now I know that is a lie." He licked his lips staring me up and down accusingly. "I hate that you're not wearing my clothes, do you see me whining about it?" My jaw tightened and I turned away from him, he started his way down a path that broke through the jungle brush not far ahead of us. I followed after reluctantly.
He violently pushed large palm leaves and branches from our way as he walked forward. I could hear the mumbling voices increasing in volume as we approached closer to the camp. Shanties peaking through the branches circling around the path that we emerged from, small patches shooting out between them. A man wearing a Hawaiian shirt sat in a bamboo cage in the center of the camp, pirates laughing and teasing as they poked wooden sticks at him as he maneuvered from side to side in the cage whimpering and yelping for mercy.
As we were in view of the other pirates, I found myself wrapping my arms around Vaas's tightly at the ungentle stare from the strangers. He chuckled to himself, I still safer near him for some reason, despite what he had done to me. I still loved him, despite what he had done to me. I kept my eyes ahead where Vaas was leading me, a small shanty across from the path we just exited from.
He stopped me at the steps up to it's patio, I released his arm as he glared plainly over his shoulder at me. I backed away crossing my arms and staring at the ground shyly. He grasped the handle and looked over at me slowly opening the door, he stared at me as he did it smiling. Ever since I came back to the island I had found myself housing various locations, I could only wonder what this one would be like.
I stepped into the shanty, it was fairly larger on the inside than it looked on the outside. We had walked into a kitchen like part of the house, a round oak table sat closest towards the wall away from the door. A counter followed the wall to the right and corner off, a mini fridge on the countertop, over the counter on the other side it opened up into what must had been a living room I some sort. A green couch against the wall it's arm ret pushed into the counter, it faced an antenna TV that sat on a tall cardboard box. Beside it was a white door that led into a bathroom, the spaces in between the tile littered with dirt, a shower head with a red curtain draped beside it, a toilet, and a sink. Another door across from the door led into the bedroom portion of the shanty. There were clothes scattered across the floor, dust bunnies underneath the table and in the corner between the wooden planks of the floor. On the table was a variety of objects I couldn't quite place, a wad of hundred dollar bills, a pile of marijuana, a couple half smoked blunts, and a large stack of papers with a different language on them.
I stepped forward further into the home, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet, the feeling of weeks of collected dirt and crud on the floor. I felt him directly behind me, his warmth radiating throughout my every form. He then pushed past me after the door closed behind us, there wasn't very much light in the shanty besides the streams that peaked through the blinded windows, above the oak table, behind the TV, and one must had been in the bedroom.
I came to realize this place was far more roomier than the other Vaas had taken me to, he stopped at the mini fridge opening it to reveal the many bottles of beer and water. He looked over his shoulder at me gesturing with a half smile to the cold beverages.
"Yes? Or No?"
"A water please." He looked back into the fridge, the water was right there in front of him, in a nice plastic bottle. He reached a hand up itching his chin and shaking his head, he then glanced back over at me shrugging before grabbing two beers and quickly tossing one to me.
"No water that I could see." I growled as I caught the bottle in my hands, for all I knew this beer could taste like piss. I had only had few drinks in my life, it was terrible for your health alcohol and I limited my consumption to every so often when I was a... Dancer. I regretted leaving this island, I regret coming back now. He sat down at the one chair that was near the oak table placing his open beer down after taking a sip. He looked me up from head to toe, I smile of satisfaction on his face. I was confused, what made him so happy? He was up to something.
"Sit." He ordered randomly, I looked around for another chair, but could not find one. I looked back into Vaas's eyes, he was still smiling, he gestured to his lap. "Sit." He ordered again, I had sat on his lap before, even when we were young and our minds were innocent I would use him as my own personal chair. I sought the warmth and protection he gave me, but did not want to just sit on his lap to make him horny. That was all it was meant to do after all, in fact I think I would rather dance for him. After being here this entire time, he still hadn't asked me to dance, he hadn't asked me to show him why I was so popular to the company I worked for. "Sit... Or else I will be forced to pull my gun out." He wiggled his eyebrows, I gulped, he wasn't talking about the gun that was metal.
I bit my bottom lip, he controlled me by fear, I wasn't supposed to be afraid. Before I was the most fearless woman Vaas had ever met, now I was scared of even getting hit, or raped by Vaas's men. I wasn't that brave woman Vaas had met just as much as he wasn't that kind man I came to love. I hesitantly walked over to him, sitting myself down on his lap uncomfortable by the position I found myself in.
He had his hands firmly on the rests, he was laid back, enjoying every moment of my body on his. I sighed, staring down at the bottle in my hands, I placed it down on the counter.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked softly, eventually fiddling with my thumbs in a nervous manner.
"I don't know... Can you?" I growled with an uncontrollable anger.
"May I?"
"May you what?" I crossed my arms.
"May I please go to the fucking bathroom?" He chuckled, letting his head fall back he stared up at the ceiling.
"Somebody is snappy today."
"Please." I repeated, he stuck his tongue between his teeth and slapped my lower back closest to my ass, send in me hooting up from his lap.
"Go, Bella." I rubbed my butt cheek before taking small strides into the bathroom and closing the door behind me. It had been three days since I last went to the bathroom, finding time to relieve myself was difficult, but in those moments where I had time, I did what I did. Vaas didn't have a bathroom in the first camp we stayed in, so I would go outside into the jungle far from the other pirates. Then there was Vaas's warehouse, he had a door that led out into the back of the warehouse where a porta-potty was, I would go there. Now there was this little place, finally a toilet I could do my business on, and finally some privacy with the shower curtain.
I was a bit disappointed to find that Vaas wasn't going to give me much of what I had asked for, I would get my own shanty, or my own privacy even with the shower curtain still there. So I guess I was going to have to face the facts, Vaas was anything, but a rational man now and I don't think fighting him would do me any good. I did my business and left the bathroom to find that Vaas was looking at those papers stacked on the table. On hand holding them in his hand hole the other rested on his thigh holding the beer bottle.
"Why don't we go check on Chris? I want him to meet you." Vaas said as he brought the bottle to his lips, his eyes still hooked on the paper.
"Why would you want him to meet me?" His eyes found mine, he placed the papers back on the table and took another sip of his bottle. His expression was stone and carried no emotion.
"You don't want to?"
"No, I would much rather not."
"You are going to meet him no matter what you want because I want him to see that I am no lonely man." I didn't what to think from that statement.
"Vaas." I groaned, rolling my eyes and staring down again with my arms crossed.
"What?!" He snapped. "What the fuck is it?!" He was angry now, I flinched at the sound of him standing from the chair and walking over to me. His free hand forcefully grabbing my chin and pulling me to look up at him. "You don't look me in the eyes as much as you use you. Are you fucking afraid?! Is that it?! Well, Bella, I apologize if I strike fear into you."
"Vaas?" I stared straight at him, I had wanted to feel his lips again, to taste him. I didn't really care, he wouldn't hurt me any farther than mentally.
"What?" I leaned in closer, placing my hands on both sides of his face and pulling his lips to mine. The kiss grew more vigorous ending with him pushing me against the wall beside the bathroom door. I wrapped my arms around his neck just as his hands gripped onto the edges of my pants, I immediately pushed him away. We both stared into each other's should breathlessly. "I will wait for you Bella... Do you want to know why?"
"Why?" I replied, tears cluttering in my eyes.
"Because I cannot lose you again." He pulled far from my body, my chest heaving as he gave me one last glance before tuning for the door.
"Where are you going?" He stared over to me.
"To go check on Chris... I will come back. Do whatever you want." He grinned. "There is water in the fridge." I couldn't hold back the smile that appeared onto my lips as I heard the door close behind him. He walked away, I didn't care that much for water after that. I still had a lot to think about and the best place to do that was on a fluffy bed...