<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos saw her licking her lips and he knew that they must be dry. He cupped her cheek tenderly and moved the ice cube over her dry lips. The fear in her eyes left and Carlos gave some throaty laugh.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You like that, right? You like it when I am sweet and tender. That was what you had dreamed of at your time in the force, when you looked at me with those hungry eyes. But you always feared the other side of me, the brutal one, the harsh one. I could tell you know, that I would have always been the sweet one with you, but, you know...I like to see the fear in your eyes."</span><br/><br/>His hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder-long hair and pulled her head hard back, painfully, brutal. His mouth was at her ear, when he whispered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I had been absolutely pissed when I learned that you had become some addict. That's the coward's way to escape your problems with booze and drugs, Lea. I don't like people, who act cowardly. They are scum. Are you scum, Lea? Are you someone to spit on? Someone to use and abuse? You act like you are, with your slutty behaviour and your stripping. But this apartment doesn't fit into the picture. Something is wrong with you, something in your psyche, but it has nothing to do with that guy you nicked. It goes deeper, it was there before you joined the force. They should have never allowed you to join the force, but you did. But better believe me now, Lea. I have failed once to pull you out of your downward spiral, I make another try. But this time you get the rough Delgado method. You won't like it all, I promise you. It means pain and fear, it means facing your demons and fighting them. I don't allow cheap escapes into your drug world. I don't allow forgiveness in getting drunk. I don't allow you to boss me around or to insult me again. You will be obedient and you will be my puppet. You do as ordered or I punish you. And my punishments hurt. More than your memories. Either I manage to pull you out of this or my futile tries will speed your end up. I don't know it. Maybe you will even like it to be treated rough. Something in your reactions tell me that you are that type of person. Worst that may happen is you getting addicted to another drug - me."</span><br/><br/>He let go of her hair and now there was only fear in her eyes. Fear that he would be true to his words, that he would stop her to take drugs, that he would cut her escape roads and fear of pain. But behind it all there was the fear that he may be true, that she got addicted to him. He liked to see that fear and to smell it. Her pores were oozing it out like sweat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now back to your body, slut."</span><br/><br/>He took another ice cube and started to draw circles on her breasts until her breasts were covered in goose bumps and her nipples were two hard, small hills perking out of the frozen landscape. His ice-cold fingers wrapped around one of her nipples and then he twisted and pulled it. Hard and merciless, until the tears appeared in her eyes. Then he let go and continued that torture with the other one.</div>