My bosss daughter

HE N R I C O

The noise of loose springs reverberates down the long, dark corridor, some roars are louder than others and come from every cell, but that's what happens when you take lunatics who can't find a foothold

to sleep and put them in the same place. Lying on top of the bunk bed

I share with one of my companions, I look at the torn photo of the

old newspaper that Guilhermino managed to bring me, the paper is

worn, and the color is fading as the days go by, however, I can still

see the smile of each member of the Leal family and the victorious

expression on their faces. Augusto obeyed and won the election in New

York, becoming governor of the state with a great advantage over his

competitors.

Something in me broke when my best friend brought me the wedding news, I didn't

believe it until he brought me this photo as proof, I know that deep

down he still hopes that I will move on and forget them all, erase

the idea of revenge and move on in my life as if nothing had

happened, but this is just another reinforcement for me to follow my

plan. You can't ask a man who's been tried and convicted for a crime

he didn't commit, someone who's had his life stolen and his heart

broken, to let it all go and move on. The woman I loved was married

to another man, acting like I didn't exist anymore, but all that was

about to change, I'm sure your father hasn't told you the whole

truth, and I'm coming back to take back everything that's mine for

right.

"Only now I don't feel anything, baby." I whisper, running my fingers

over her image, unable to take my eyes off her.

"No shame or pity. You're going to have to deal with me, and there's no

escape." I whisper, careful not to draw the attention of my

companions.

After a few more minutes of looking at the photo, I put it under my pillow

and try to sleep, closing my eyes and refusing to open them before a

new day, even with all the screams and various noises during the

night.

Some companions are running away today, and I had the option of joining

them and fleeing this place ahead of time, but Guilhermino put some

reason in me and I gave up. I can't go back and beat Augustus if he's

a fugitive, no, I need to have my freedom within the law, so I can

move the right pieces. Just a few more months. I repeat until I fall

asleep, then when I wake up the next day to a guard splashing me with

water and snarling a few curse words, I just smile and say I don't

know where my saddle mates have gone.

When night comes again, I dream of the girl with the green eyes and I

imagine doing the most wicked things to her in front of her lying

father and fake sister, until these dreams become my obsession and I

start dreaming during the day too, creating the most hateful scenes

and dialogue, wondering if the sweet youngest Leal has any experience

with men and would be capable of giving me pleasure, but also loving

the idea of being first.

She will hate me in the end, but she will also learn about herself and

doubt her feelings. I'll break you to the core, take your body for

me, and keep your soul for my delight. Anyway, my plan starts and

ends with her. I will be your end.

"Hey." Antonio, a guard I don't completely hate and keep on the payroll,

calls out to me, pushing a printout of some digital newspaper he

likes to post about the Leal family. "You owe me." he says

and walks away, yelling at some inmates who have started an argument

over who can lift the most weight.