“The day seems like an eternity when you're trapped in the clutches of a terrifying psychopathic killer. This is just the first of many days to come. The idea that I lost the game never leaves my head. The idea of the protagonist putting an end to things sucks, but I don't know if I can take it any longer. It’s torturous to be by his side, not just because Souza exudes this demonic aura.”The silence inside the van for Gabriela, who liked excitement and music, was torturous. For Souza, who appreciated silence, it was pleasant. They hadn't spoken to each other since the blonde's classes ended. She was nervous. He had embarrassed her in addition to humiliating Pedro, who was one of her many admirers. If every time a man was about to declare himself the killer he suddenly appeared and subjected them to that treatment, she would no longer have a fan club. “I’m going to die a virgin and without ever having kissed!” She thought dazedly. Marcel should have appointed someone less crazy to be
The blonde entered the room, viewing her father with disgust. She was hurt that he had sent such a... boring security guard to take care of her. The organized crime boss was sitting in the living room armchair smoking the usual Cuban cigar, he was talking to Clebão about a shipment to Santos, which was why early in the morning when Gabriela entered her father's office, Clebão was already there. He was probably negotiating the “order”.“So how was the first day?” asked Meneses, signaling for Clebão to stop the conversation. The aide tiredly put the notebook back into his tuxedo's inner pocket and sat down lazily on one of the sofas.“Terrible, daddy! You didn't hire a security guard you hired a sadistic, depraved, boring little monster to look after me.” the young woman shouted. His face was red with anger. Clebão, who was almost asleep after sitting on the sofa, tried to wake up to see the scandal that Gabriela was making.“Gabi, I was asking Souza.” said Meneses, looking at his da
His cousin was the only one he had warm feelings for. Love was the feeling that occupied his mind and heart when referring to Rosângela. If there was anyone in the world who could tame him, it was her. He obviously didn't allow that, it was a fact he kept to himself, but he knew that if Rosângela asked him to jump off a cliff he would do it. She was his weak point.“Marcel isn't mad at me?”he asked, touching him on the arm, asking for attention.“No! I just can't wait any longer, we've been in this rain and it hasn't gotten wet for two years” He looked into the distance, if he looked at the beautiful face of the woman close to him he would be able to take her for himself” I wonder how much longer I will have to wait to have you Rosângela?“Just wait a little longer!” Rosângela had to be firm in her decisions if she wanted to remain at the side of a man like him.“Rosângela, I don't know if...” he stopped speaking when he heard the noise of his cell phone. He sighed, irritated at h
“Damn, shopping is good for a woman's soul.” Gabi said excitedly, hugging the bags of clothes that were in her hands. I looked closely at the shop windows looking for something else I could spend money on.” Souza, hurry up, we still have the third and fourth floors of the mall to look at. “Little girl, that's enough!” His tone was irritated, which gave the blonde pleasure. I was managing to get the indifferent killer out of his mind. Souza was carrying at least ten bags, most of them clothes and shoes. –If you spent all that effort on buying clothes on volunteer work, the world would be saved. “Do not be stupid! Besides, you're not the best person to teach me a moral lesson, don't you think?”she said, insinuating the fact that he was the type of person who destroyed the world. -If you used all that effort to bother me and carry the bags, we would already be on the third floor. “I'm not your workhorse!” he dropped all the bags, letting them shatter on the floor. Gabriela gave a horri
Thinking about it, it was better to see what Gabriela wanted than to put up with that attendant eating her with her eyes. He threw the bags in a corner of the store and walked to the booth where Gabriela was. He knocked on the door and felt himself being pulled inside.The blonde pressed him against the wall. She wore a blue lingerie set that matched her eyes. The lace stuck to her white skin, the low-cut panties revealing toned legs and firm buttocks. The garter belt covered part of the skin of her legs. The bra consisted of a neckline that allowed the larger breasts to be highlighted. The blonde strands that were previously tied in a ponytail were now loose, falling in a golden cascade down her back.For the killer, it was an image at the same time linked to heaven and to the angelic beauty that she was in a hellish era, which her well-made body represented...Lust of the seven deadly sins.“We should live up to their expectations, don't you think, Little Bear?”Gabi pressed her bo
Favela da Providência was a definitely dangerous place, there were people from simple criminals to sick murderers. A suitable place for organized crime liaisons to meet. The police were no longer surprised to find dead bodies on the street early in the morning, there were more or less eight a day “a high number for a single neighborhood, especially in Brazil, which was considered one of the countries with the lowest homicide rate in the world.Marcel walked the streets with the Max brothers by his side. The leader of the Moraes had an atrocious face with blue eyes in irritation. He entered an alley and could see Duarte leaning against the wall with his blind eye uncovered, a scar could be seen, but how far it went was a mystery, as the mask covered part of his face. Alongside the leader Faitão were Felipe and Sorriso, the main members of the interrogation network. In addition to them there were half a dozen bodyguards, which would not be of much use against the brothers. The fact tha
Gabi was lying in bed resting before starting to get ready for dinner. It had been a very boring day.He was still angry with Souza for what happened at the mall. She remembered the way he had teased her and then thrown her to the ground without any delicacy. The killer seemed to have a dual personality, one moment he was cold enough to forget about her existence and the next he was so hot that he seduced her as if she were a target for conquest.She touched her breast where his mouth had hungrily slid over her skin. She still felt the sensation of his wet tongue caressing her.“Does he think I'm some kind of random little woman that he comes and touches however he wants and then throws it on the floor like it's nothing? “I think I gave that idiotic killer too much freedom “He’s just a security guard, his job is to protect me and not make me moan until I lose my voice.”Souza seemed to be the kind of lover women wouldn't want to have just for a night of love. He didn't seem like t
Rosângela walked the streets looking for a sweet shop.Night had already fallen and only three bodyguards followed her. He didn't like hanging out with those brutes, everyone on the street looked at him as if he were different, they couldn't see beyond the woman who was being escorted wherever she wanted.Rosângela entered the candy store and said “Good night!” and tried to choose the cake quickly. He didn't look back to see who the other buyer was entering the place.His attention only turned to the door when the attendant's scream of terror was heard, the bodyguards next to the Moraes heiress exclaimed an agonized scream. One fell to the ground, still alive, but unable to move. The other died instantly with a gunshot to the forehead, the blood running down his face and his open dead eyes making him a vision from a slaughter movie. The third fell onto the candy jar and after a few seconds of receiving more shots he died. His blood ran down the glass, causing both the attendant's a
The room was dark, except for the light creeping into the room from the hallway underneath the door. The hum of the monitor echoed throughout the room as Bruno slipped inside, closing the door slowly behind him. He walked like he was on water as he came across the room, to the side of the bed. A smile appeared on his face as he leaned closely down to the figure on the bed; their faces inches apart from one another.Just then the figure's head jerk a little to the side. His eyes slowly opening to see the face of Bruno before him."Hey," spoke Bruno in a deep whisper. "Did I wake you?"Ronnie closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. He was delirious, he thought to himself. He didn't understand what Bruno was doing here. What on earth did he want? As Ronnie tried to open his mouth to speak, he found that he couldn't. A tube was lodged deep into his throat, helping him breath. "Aaargghh," grunted Ronnie, shaking his head slightly from side to side.Taking this as a yes,
“Stay here,” spoke Darcy towards Flávio has he pushed him into the holding room, before closing the door behind him. Flávio frowned as he looked on at the surface of the door, before beginning to pace back and forth. He was still handcuffed. He needed to get out, he needed to go and find Renata. The plan was that Darcy would um-cuff him and let him slip out the back.It wasn’t a good five minutes later before Darcy appeared back into the room. Flávio turned towards the officer as he closed the door behind him. “Sorry about that,” mumbled Darcy looking over at Flávio as he pulled out a pair of keys from his jean pocket. “The easiest way of getting out of here is by going out through the back and into the alley way. No one will see you.”“Good,” replied Flávio taking a step towards where Darcy stood, holding out his wrists. Both men stood in silence, the only sound coming from the rattling of the mental cuffs as they were removed from Flávio ’s wrists.”Thank you Darcy,” whispered F
“Of course it was Bruno, damn it! Who else would it be?” Flávio voiced filled into the silence atmosphere of the apartment. “Bruno is the one who has this weird obsession with me. The reason he came to Port Charles was not because of some art show, he came here to meet me. He had been tracking me for weeks even before he stepped foot here. This whole thing is just a game to him. He has tooken Renata to get to me,” Flávio closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing on telling Darcy about the events prior that involved Bruno; he mentioned how Carla had ran into him at the Christmas tree lot but had not known who it was. “Bruno had then sent me Josslyne’s hat through the mail. I know it sounds crazy, but Bruno is obsessed. And now Renata has disappeared. “Darcy looked at Flávio for a long second before replying. He had known that there had been some connection between Bruno and him but he had known it was anything like this. “Do you know where Bruno would have taken Rena
Flávio stood outside Renata's apartment for a brief second as he gathered his thoughts before knocking on the door. Her father had told her that the only way to control São Paulo was the daughter of the little princess of Saudades, the woman had disappeared without leaving a But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. But his daughter was there, he had already spoken to her on the phone without giving details, not even if it was necessary to kill her fiancé to be with Renata he would do. Lifting his hand, his knuckles tapped loudly against the maple wood of the door. He paused for a second listening for the sound of footsteps on the other side. Not hearing anything, he tried again; this time a little louder.Again, there was no answer.Frowning at little at this, Flávio debated on what to do next. He could easily turn on his heel and go back to the penth
...“Now why do you look so terrified Ms. McCall,” spoke Brunoas he continued to walk towards the hot tub. “Or should I call you Renata? What would you prefer?” His brown eyes sparkled down at her.“I would prefer if you would go to hell,” whispered Renata harshly, her face hard with determination. She didn’t know why Brunowas here, or how he had gotten into her apartment, the door had been locked. Her face might have read, confident but her heart was beating with cold fear at what this psychopath was going to do to her. Watching as he came around the side of the hot tub towards her, she tried to move swiftly away. However Brunohad reflects like a cat.Brunohad grabbed her by the wrist, twisting it painfully behind her back as he forced her out of the water, onto the snow cover patio. “Now play nice, Renata,” he spoke into her ear, a smile appearing on his face once again. “Chico wouldn’t want you being rude, now would he?”“Chico wouldn’t want you touching me,” spat Renata in respons
At the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately recognized that foul-smelling room; it had been her captivity for the past five days. It was dark, with only a small opening high on the wall as her sole chance to know that a world still existed outside.This time, she couldn't move. Her assailant and kidnapper used all his strength and tools to torture her, especially with ropes whose ends had iron claws, tearing pieces of her already exposed skin on her back. Her clothes were in tatters, and when she could move, she did her best to appear presentable.This time, she had to pretend to faint from the pain, as had happened on the first day when he twisted her ankle, crushing any hope she had of escaping. He tormented her both physically and mentally every day.In the outside world, she hoped her friends were searching for her. It was what kept her strong and lucid enough to endure. But that didn't mean she would wait. Her captor, a cold hanyou seeking the remaining shards of the four-
Two pairs of eyes stared at the board lying before them taking in everything and nothing at once. Their concentration was so great that it could no longer be felt, it just was. At first glance it appeared to be a game board of some kind, perhaps something a little like chess. First glance would not be wrong. It was a game, a game older than time itself, a game that has been before there was. The board was vast and yet small in comparison to the game itself, existing everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It was complex. So much so that the rules could not be taught, they must be known. And yet there was nothing simpler. Contradiction at its truest form."The players appear to all be in place," the first voice said. It was a surprisingly light voice, considering all that was behind it. And if one listened closely one could hear the dry humor that seemed laced through it, as though every little irony it encountered amused it.The eyes belonging to the voice that had not yet spoken fli
Guilherme and Renata got out of the taxi in front of the ten-story building that Guilherme had rented through Airbnb on Marginal Tietê.It was Renata's dream to visit São Paulo, but her parents forbade her. They were scared to death of the big city.At nineteen years old, the young woman had to run away, just like this time, she pretended to her mother that she was going to Tocantins, got on a plane and was in São Paulo. The city shone, she loved it, even with her heart beating wildly.Uber helped to unload the bags, Guilherme paid and Renata jumped with joy.“We're in São Paulo” she said “My parents are going to kill me, but I can't believe I'm making my dream come true.“I don't know... But if you're happy, so am I.”Renata narrowed her eyes, Guilherme blew her a kiss.“Besides all the thongs and bikinis you bought at Riviera...”Guilherme took the bags."Open the door please. The building is very modest and has no doorman. I did as you asked. A
He gently touched his wife's belly, every time he touched it he felt the baby move as if the child knew that the father wanted to feel him.— I hope that at least on my birthday I won't work. — Karina rubbed her face against her husband's neck, her hands delicately caressing his chest through his clothes.— On your birthday I will only be yours and our daughter's.The name he chose for his daughter was a tribute to his late wife from his first marriage, whom she had loved intensely. Karina didn't mind giving the baby that name, she gladly accepted, wanting to please her husband's wishes.Even after having married another woman and having lived with her for fifteen years, who was now about to give birth to his daughter, Duarte could not forget Nenzinha, he loved her in the same way and intensity.Life was smiling again, he was older. Despite feeling old, judging by all his years, he understood that it was not the end, it was not too late t