The Little Girl's REVENGE

Purpose Revealed

PURPOSE REVEALED

After her first escape attempt failed, Heather decided to let go of the thought. Deep down, she knew that even if she succeeded in running away from Ajendro's clutches, he would still find her.

Just a day ago, she overheard him talking on the phone with someone. He was assuring that person that none of his packages could slip from his hands easily. After pounding on what he meant, she finally understood; packages were the people who were given to him as gifts after offering help. A few days ago, he explained to her that she was the "package" her dad had sent over after helping him.

She also learned that the building she was kept in was not the only building Alejendro used to run his mystery business. She discovered that there were several buildings of that kind—unfinished, abandoned, and ugly—in different parts of the world where these businesses operate.

Up until now, Heather had no contractions of fear in her heart. She had decided to accept her fate. She was prepared to face whatever came her way.

But to get more prepared, she made a mental note for herself: when Alejendro gets back from wherever he had gone, she will ask him what her purpose there was.

At first, she thought maybe she was taken as a slender woman. She was mistaken, however, because she had never been bullied or asked to perform difficult tasks that would weaken her.

There was a time when she suspected she had been sold as a sex slave. She had read in books and watched films of young girls sold as sex slaves. But she was again wrong, because Alejendro and his minions never tried to rape or touch her. In fact, they have never gazed at her with the lustful, dirty, disgusting looks that men on their streets gave her whenever she passed by.

At least she had learned that he somehow sympathized with her. He sometimes looked like he cared, so she thought he was an angel in human form, but sometimes he gazed at her with the same angry eyes that a lioness gives its prey after accidentally stepping on its cub.

Whenever he gave her that type of look, like he was going to punce on her at any given time, tear her into pieces, and have her for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, she thought that she was meeting face to face with a demon from hell. A demon that was forced to descend by its creator to take his stubborn disciple, who, despite knowing her fate was to live in hell forever and be burned in the pit of fire, still hesitated, attempting to clean herself, which was impossible; therefore, she decided to ask her why.

"What could be my purpose here?" She asked herself again and again, biting her nails.

"Think of the nightmare you had, Heather." Her inner voice screamed. She shakes her head, trying to get rid of the thought. That voice was becoming stubborn. Many were the times she succeeded in blocking it, but it still screamed back, each time louder than the previous time.

That dream was the last thing she wanted to think about. It made her stomach churn in disgust. It made her fear for life. It haunted her for days and nights. It made her develop a phobia she never thought of having. She now feared blood. She doesn't wish to see blood again.

"But why would I think of the dream? It's obvious that Alejendro doesn't wish to kill me, because if that was the reason, he could have done that long ago. "How many weeks do you reckon I've been here?" She questioned the voice in her head, explaining to it that there was no way the dream was going to come true.

"My grandma always said good dreams are the ones that come to pass, not bad ones." She assured herself.

"If what Alejendro told you in your dream is true, then, my dear Heather, that's a good dream. Not to us, but to him. "So, the dream will come to pass." The voice screamed again and went silent, like it had never said something like that.

Heartbroken, afraid, and dumbfounded by what the voice in her head had said, Heather sat on one of the folding chairs, biting her nails. Something inside her told her the voice was right. Something like that was likely to happen.

"But how would I know if Alejendro is truly an organ dealer?" She asked no one in particular.

"How?" She asked again, slamming her fists into the wooden table in the middle of the dirty, dusty, carelessly arranged room.

"Oh the great one, spare me from that cruelity." She cried silently.

Four hours later, Alejendro arrived. Heather sat in a corner, thinking of how she would bring up the question. While coming in, Alejndro had worn an expressionless face, so she couldn't tell whether he was in a good mood or not.

"Is he angry or happy?" She questioned her inner self, observing Alejendro's face.

"Shoot whatever you want to say, lass. I don't have the whole day here." Alejendro told her.

"Um. I wanted to know. I mean, what is my purpose here?" She asked, taking in a deep breath.

Finally. "The question is out of my mind." She sighed heavily and thought.

"What do you think?" Alejendro asked instead of answering her question.

"A question is never answered by a question, you fool." Heather wanted to shout at him. Rather, she swallowed bitterly before answering him, "I don't know." She simply responded to his question.

"I sell organs, lass. I guess you can now find out what your purpose is here." He said this as he exited the room.