Thread: Drugs and Money [Chai & DeRe]

There were so many stories of near-death experiences that it was hard to tell how much of it was real. A memory from Sofia's childhood flashed in her mind she remembered her grandmother telling her stories of Jesus Christ clad in blinding white, telling her it wasn't time yet for her death. There he was, mija , her grandmother had said, He came to me in the hospital. And he said to me, 'Guadalupe, now is not your time. Do not pray pray for things that shouldn't come to pass.' You see, I had been at the church daily praying for God to lay me at rest with my husband. And when the heart attack came, I was sure it was my time. But he said no! The Lord works in mysterious ways, Sofia, remember that. Now where is your rosary, it's time for bedtime prayers... Sofia was pulled back to the present by a smart sting across her butt, Gato laughing gleefully behind her, and then the sudden intrusion of himself inside her. Pain. It was sharp as he entered, and even through the drugged state of her mind, she was lucid enough for her mind to protest. STOP , she heard her voice in her own head, screaming. STOP . But no words came out. Instead she heard her own labored breathing, deeper and heavier as Gato dug his fingers into her flesh. One hand clawed at her ass, scratching the sensitive skin, and the other gripped in front of her face, squeezing her cheeks together so hard that she was sure he was going to leave a bruise. And that thought was only confirmed when she tasted her own blood, her teeth cutting against the inside of her cheeks. You like that, you little bitch? Gato tightened his grip on her face, shaking her head. I'm gonna be honest, I've wanted to fuck this little hole since I saw you with Leo that first day, huh? I almost regret killing him. He should have been able to see his girl get fucked like the fucking tease she is. He smacked her ass, hard, 5 times in succession, each time a little harder than the last. Sofia only lay limply on the hood of the car. She would not cry. She wouldn't. But the tears came anyway, blurring her eyes even as Gato's hand made it hard for her to breathe. It was so shallow now, and silently she prayed for it to end. Her grandmother had been wrong. There was no Jesus to save her, only the impending darkness of her death. That was, until a bright light did appear on the edge of her vision, growing stronger until it seemed to shine directly in the her face. She heard the soft roar of another car engine above the ringing in her ears, and suddenly Gato cursed, taking his hands off her and pulling out. Sofia heard him fumbling with his pants, muttering something under his breath that she couldn't hear. She squinted against the light, seeing the vague outline of a few men who exited the other vehicle. Well, well, one of the men said, a handgun pointed toward Gato with his finger on the trigger. What are a couple of pendejos from the Jiminez cartel doing across the lines? You of all people should know better, Gato. Acclaimed as you are. His eyes flicked down toward the half naked woman in the hood of Gato's car as noticing her for the first time. Letting your guard down really isn't your style, is it? Who is she? Gato had his hands up, a cautious look on his face. Look, man, we're not looking for trouble, are we, Guevo? We just want to take the bitch and go. Just some bitch. Isn't that right Guevo? You're taking 'just some bitch' from our turf? The nameless man asked in return, sounding almost amused even though his eyes glinted dangerously. You're really looking to start trouble, aren't you?