Price of Fame, Chapter 6.1 – First Punishment

Candice sat in her room exceptionally bored. She was bored enough that she took one of the adult books and read it. After the second chapter, Candice was surprised how well the book was written. The quality seemed like it was no different and a regular novel. At least up to chapter two. Suddenly, the door crashed open, and a large Latino man came walking in. Candice was extremely startled and frightened. She perked up on the bed and leaned against the wall like a panicked cat. She wanted to ask what was going on, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her hands started to sweat.

“Hello, senorita.” The Latino man said with a smile.

It only took her two seconds to speculate what he was going to do. Candice shouted and threw the book at him. As he approached her, she threw more books and magazines at him. The man just laughed.

“I love a fighter.” He said.

Candice sat there hushed. She was too frightened, and she just could not respond. Her eyes glanced left and right. Maybe he forgot to lock the door, she thought. She opted to make a run for it. With all her leg strength, she sprinted as fast as she could to the door. To her amazement, the door was unlocked. She grabbed the handle and turned the knob. The door yanked open. Regrettably, there were two large guards standing right there. They laughed at her and pushed her back into the room. They then shut the door and locked it from the outside.

“Noooo!” Candice screamed.

Candice banged on the door with her fists. She screamed for them to let her go. The large man just laughed at her. He was around six foot tall but very stocky. He had dark wavy hair and a large mustache.

“My name is Santiago. I am from Colombia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Candice. I paid quite a premium to be the first to train you. I would prefer for you to fight and resist; it makes it more pleasurable for me.“ He said.

Candice pleaded with him. She struggled to explain to him that she was being held against her will. That her parents had money. If he could help her escape, he would be greatly rewarded. He chuckled and ignored her pleas. He asked her if she could guess the first time he tortured and killed someone. If she could guess the correct age, he would be easy on her. Candice took several steps back and leaned against the door, her hands trembling. He must be joking, she thought.

“Go on, guess.” Santiago said.

Mr. Santiago was a little behind the times. Even though the year was 1980, he was still wearing a white wide flared bell bottom jean with a large black leather belt.