Chương 29: The Tragedy (2)
6 months..
6 months since the last time Ethan heard the news from Helena, he slammed the file in his hand, making every paper in the file strewn out tossed on the floor. Shane is only able to bow, The search for a woman named Rose is fruitless, as the woman does not exist, no information can be obtained at all.
Ethan unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it on his office chair, squeezing his waist as he dialed a number he was totally trying not to call. He waved his hand to Shane to tell him out, then took the remote control to change the setting on the glass wall of his office to frost it giving some sort of privacy.
After making the call, Ethan closed his eyes imagining Helena's face shaking his spirits, Helena's smile and her unique eyes, especially the image of her biting her lip while laughing when Ethan made a joke. she is the perfect woman for him, his love for Helena is infinity...'.I miss you dear, where are you, don't leave me.' He cupped his face and folded his shirt sleeves.
***
In an underground cell...
A women who wore only big t -shirts looked dirty in straps on iron poles. The basement room only had a small hole letting in just enough sunlight to illuminate the damp and humid room.
The blood in the woman's hand dried up, the nails that should have been beautifully decorated no longer looked like nails. The dirt in the slit of the finger and the blood clot is visible. The woman's dry lips, cracked as a result of dehydration and the wound healed in intervals with new wounds.
Helena endured the pain in her ribs that had been kicked before several days ago, she felt her ribs had a very high probability of fractures. Daryl, who was a few feet from Helena, was hanged after serving a whipping. He narrowed his eyes which were blocked by the flowing blood.
"Are you okay?"
"yes i'm fine...are you" Helena tried looking at Daryl but the sunlight shone straight to her eye.
"I survived, only a few days left....do you remember Denmark 2 years ago" he asked.
Helena started to chuckle, they recalled the memories in Denmark where Daryl became a "transgender" to get information from the head of a gangster who likes a trans woman. How can she ever forget Daryl who is 6 feet 2 inches tall and stocky wearing women's clothes with a disdain face.
Their laughter stopped when a foot steps heading to their confinement room was heard. Helena closed her eyes acting like she was weak and lifeless, while Daryl did the same.
The iron door opened and several men with mustaches and plaid shirts approached Helena and splashed a bucket of cold water mixed with salt, when the water hit Helena's skin, she felt her skin burned, the mixed salt stung her skin that is covered with wound scratches.
Daryl bit his lip and tried not to retaliate when he heard Helena's screams howling in pain. They need to be in control to be accepted into the cartel to continue their undercover. The head of the cartel is a paranoid man that believes every subordinates has to be tortured before proving their loyalty.
Helena was hit and her legs were dragged to meet the cartel leader. Her long hair was curled and matted together, her once a clean blemish free skin is now covered in filths. She could not see clearly because her eyes were bruised by the man.
They arrived at the arena, which in the middle was a square iron fence. The screams of the spectators who were watching the match cheered to see Helena brought to the center of the court. The bright light was dazzling, Helena still adjusting her eyes that accustomed in the darkness to let the light of the lamp slowly land.
"Damas y caballeros, tenemos un nuevo contendiente, esta mujer puede ser delgada, pero puede pelear, empecemos las apuestas."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new contender, this woman may be skinny, but she can fight, let's start the bets"...the man poke in Spanish, and the crowd soar when they heard a woman will fight the beast. The beast is the unbeatable champion in the underground fight ring, even a man twice a size of Helena was knocked out cold by The Beast.
Helena gulped, when she saw a man almost 7 ft man with a bulky muscle cracking his fist entering the chained arena, the scar on his eyebrow made his fierce gazed more intimidating. The crowds cheered at the sight of their fighter, those that placing their bets cant wait to win an easy money tonight. Her eyes narrowed looking at the top floor that is covered with bulletproof glass, a thick cloud of smoke can be seen from the ground floor, 'the head of the cartel is definitely there' she thought inwardly.
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