13. Amaya

Trafficking in women

That was the phrase I woke up to in the middle of an unfamiliar room, with a piercing headache and an immense desire to cry over the nightmare it could signify in my life.

What was curious, though, was that in a few seconds of rational thinking, I became aware that something was in my arm. So, I focused my eyes and saw that I had an intravenous line in place. On instinct, I moved to remove it, fearing they had drugged me. However, a voice stopped me.

“I wouldn't do that.”

Turning to my right, I saw none other than my fiancé. He was leaning against the window, his body facing it, but his face oriented towards me. From that perspective, with the moonlight shining on his golden mask, he seemed like a creature of the night, a God of darkness who had come to take me away.

My heart began to beat strongly, like a madman in search of comfort.

“I...”

“You fainted in the middle of the conversation we were having with your father, it happened quickly. How much did you