Her heartbeat was so agitated and intense that she thought she could hear it. “Tun-tun, tun-tun…” The sounds kept repeating in her head as if she was being chased by those palpitations. She didn't know where she had gotten so much energy since her body was weak. Was it the survival instinct? She didn't know! She only wanted to achieve her goal: to escape for her life.
With her bare feet, ignoring the thorns on the path or the small stones that were embedded in his soles, she ran with all her strength and breath. She had to make it, she had to escape from that hell. The sweat, the bugs, and the strands of hair sticking to her skin were wreaking havoc on her escape. Her wounds stung and blood ran down her legs; she smiled as she saw the exit and then, everything was dark.
(...)
Sam woke up to the smell of coffee. She approached the small kitchen in surprise, where a smiling Arthur welcomed her with a cup of the exquisite beverage, which is why she stared at him strangely.
“You, making coffee?”
“So you can see that I am a good apprentice,” he smiled, showing his perfect row of teeth. She watched him like a fool and the memories of that delicious kiss flooded her mind. But thanks to the veil covering her face, he didn't notice her blush.
“I was investigating an exit that will take you to the main road, from there you can take the destination you want,” he commented as she was examined by his beautiful brown gaze, which at that moment was covered by a hint of sadness; although Arthur wanted to return to his home and his responsibilities, there was a part of him that wanted to stay there with the strange woman in the veil.
“From the way you talk, this place must be very remote," he said, putting the cup back in its place.
“It is,” she assured him. "That must be why they haven't found you.”
“I only hope that's why and not that my faithful men have been killed," he replied with a snort, earning a quizzical look from the woman.
“I imagine you weren't with all tour men when you were assaulted? —”
“No," he interrupted her, "I have faithful men at home too, but I wasn't just talking about the ones who were assaulted with me.
“Why would the faithful men in your house be killed?” she asked between puzzled and intrigued.
“Let's just say that my life is a bit complicated," he replied with a blank stare.
Sam looked at him a little scared since the image she had of him up to that moment could go down the drain.
“I'm not a criminal or anything like that," he clarified, guessing her thoughts. Sam took a breath and went to put the cup back in its place, her heart began to pound intensely as Arthur held her hands and moved closer to her.
“I must…” she spluttered like a frightened puppy. “I must go and wash up.”
Arthur nodded and before releasing her hands he left several kisses on them, causing her to hyperventilate.
“I'm going to miss you, Sam. I don't know what or who you're hiding from, but I can give you security at my house. I don't want to leave you here alone, I'm afraid something bad will happen to you.”
“Arthur, thanks for the offer, but you don't know me well, how do you intend to take me to your house? I may be a criminal.”
“I don't know what your past has been, I only know that you are a good woman who took a risk by saving my life. A bad person doesn't take such a big risk and wouldn't have minded letting me die.”
She remained thoughtful for a while.
“Arthur," she broke the silence, "I've lived here for over a year, as you can see, I know how to defend myself. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.”
“It's okay. You are very special and you have given me a month of mental rest. I think I needed this, thank you for saving my life, Sam.”
He hugged her tightly and sniffed her delicious scent of good grass and spices. From a distance, she looked like a beggar everyone would want to stay away from, but in reality, she was always clean and smelling of her herbs, despite her unkempt appearance.
(...)
Arthur went out to fetch enough firewood to leave a good supply for the woman before leaving. He had decided to travel the next day to the road, and then look for a way to reach his region. It was a long and difficult journey and the melancholy of leaving Sam there alone turned his stomach; nevertheless, it was time to return and put everything in order, for he imagined the disaster that his absence could have caused.
He passed near the pond where they used to bathe to cool off a little, as the heat was unbearable and he had already been carrying the firewood to the shack for several hours. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed that someone was there and hid behind a tree. His eyes shone brightly and his mouth emanated more saliva than usual. Who was she? Her back was perfect and she looked delicate with the long wet hair covering her. The young woman sank into the water and seconds later surfaced. Her hair moved to the sides and he licked his lips as he could see her fully uncovered back and those firm buttocks that were making an effect on him. But something else caught his attention, there were small scars on the delicate skin, as if it had been cruelly abused; he looked over to the shore and recognized those rags.
"Sam," he thought. He wanted to see more and it wasn't morbid or that his crotch friend was already excited, it was more than that. He wanted to know her, to understand her fear, he wanted to see her face. While it was true that he had many opportunities to do so, he never dared to break his promise. That was one of the conditions the woman set for him. He stood still in the expectation that she would turn around and he would be able to meet the delicious lips he had tasted weeks ago. He wouldn't be breaking his promise, this would be considered an accident and she didn't even have to know about it. The girl was turning away, as it seemed she would be looking for her clothes to go out. His heart was pounding and her breathing was in chaos. Soon he would know what was hidden behind that veil. Sam turned, but a loud call caused her to run to the shore in desperation for her clothes, just as he had turned at the sound of his name:
“Mr. Connovan! Arthur Connovan!” It was his men. They had found him!
“Samuel!” Arthur ran in the direction of the tall brown-haired man with yellow eyes.“Sir, you’re alive! I knew it! Triton is a good horse, he led us to this place. We found him wandering in the fields near this region and he led us to this forest” Samuel expressed with marked emotion.“Who are they?” Sam approached Arthur with trepidation.“They are my trusted men, they found me thanks to Triton. He stroked the horse's forehead. You're not a crow, after all,” he kissed him.“Then you'll be back,” Sam commented with sadness in her eyes.“Sir, you must come with us immediately, the Jones have declared you dead and want t
Arthur was caressed by the cool breeze of his region, which greeted him with clouds in the sky. Arriving at his ranch, he got off his horse and Raul led him to the stable. Arthur walked with fists clenched and chest erect, to confront the intruders who had broken into his property.“You are not our masters, our master is Arthur Connovan!” one of the workers shouted indignantly. They had had enough of the abuses of these thieving intruders.“Arthur? The dead one? He has already passed on to a better life and, since Arthur has no heirs, these lands pass into our hands,” a young man, with short blond hair, blue eyes, and great height, said cynically.“Henry Jones!" Arthur called out to him with an indignant face, the blond widened his eyes in surprise. "As y
She crept closer as tears streamed down her face. The door was half open and that made her spying easier. Why was she torturing herself? Her hands were shaking and her heart ached, it wasn't fair! She should be there, she should be enjoying that intimacy.Sam woke up with tears in her eyes, dreaming about her memories opened that wound she tried to ignore because she didn't know how to heal it. Loneliness gnawed at her bones, maybe it was what she deserved after all. She was presumptuous to desire love, companionship, passion. Why? She shook her head trying to throw out those harmful thoughts, it was amazing how the evil words of others could hurt so much that, you end up believing them. No, she shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to love and feel loved, she shouldn't think so low of herself and blame herself for wanting to have passion in her life, for wanting to experience pleasure, if it existed.
“Sam…” he stammered in shock. She avoided his gaze and distanced herself, not wanting him to see her so haggard and dirty.“Get away from me,” she uttered almost in a whisper and stood up on her feet intending to leave. This couldn't be happening to her, why did she have to show up at her worst moment? She couldn't stand the embarrassment and awkwardness. Him, so cute and neat; in fine clothes and expensive jewelry, perfumed with that delicious scent. And she, a malnourished, dirty beggar dressed in rags. It was a nightmare that the man she liked -because even though six long months had passed without seeing him, her feelings for him surfaced just by hearing his voice-, would see her in those clothes and with that stench. She had to run away, she couldn't bear to be in his presence a second longer.&ldquo
Three months had passed. Sam had regained her weight and her skin was not pale anymore. Every day she looked more energetic and healthy and she no longer seemed as shy as when she first arrived at the ranch. Raul kept following her around asking her imprudent questions and trying to find out why she was covering her face, but she ignored him and only laughed at his witticisms.“I owe the boss a lot,” the boy sat down on the grass and put a twig in his mouth. “My parents died in a shootout when I was ten and I spent three years living on the streets and stealing in the markets to be able to eat. One day a man selling apples caught me stealing from him and chased me with a rifle. I ran into Mr. Connovan and he assured the man that he would punish me and he did. He demanded I clean the stable and then pulled me by the ears because I wouldn't bathe. When he fed me, bought me clothes, an
Sam lay down on his father's bed and hugged his pillow. She missed him so much! Even though it had been four months since his death, she still wasn't over him. She was alone and with no one to comfort her. Her father was an orphan who got to where he was through hard work and the mercy of a doctor, who trained him in the field of medicine. At that time not so much was demanded of doctors and some people practiced freely, a cause of death for many patients who believed in untrained doctors. Her father not only taught her how the human body worked, but he also taught her about the medicinal power of plants. She became very good at it and even took classes with professionals, she stopped her studies when she got engaged with the promise to resume them after a year of marriage, so she could give quality time to her husband. Her heart ached, for she did not know if their relationship could be called a marriage. Daniel was not the same man she had known yea
“You're useless!” The redhead girl spat with superiority. “Always thinking you're better than everyone else, and look at you, you're nobody, Samay.“What do you want, Barbara?” she simply couldn't stand her and only wished she would leave his room.“For you, Mrs. Barbara. You're just a squatter in my house, I'm tired of you and of you looking lustfully at my husband. Daniel is mine, Samay, don't flatter yourself.”“Stop talking nonsense! Daniel is my husband and this is my house. I'm dad's heiress, the only one who's stuck up here is you.”“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." The redhead girl laughed mockingly. “Your husband? You disgust him, Samay. Just so you know what your place is, Daniel and I have been a couple since before he "pretended" to you. Who do you think he sleeps with all night? Samay, Daniel would never touch you as he does me, he an
Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.Sometimes it was uncomfortable to wear the veil and she did not know how she would eat with etiquette in front of those people, as it would look strange when the fork went under the cloth. Would she ever get over her trauma? Would she be able to free her face from that veil? Nostalgia overwhelmed her. Before falling into Daniel's clutches she was happy and free. A dreamy young girl without c