<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Tanita Carmen Alessandra Lopez-Delgado</span><br/>“Tania“</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/5f3673cb-dd40-4cf2-8eee-811a68c2052a_zpsc04e9728.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tania's eyelids had flattered a few times, before she opened her eyes. She just had to see the interior of the plane and the memory returned. Her life as she had known it was over. But did she even ever have a life? At school she had to work harder than all others and her parents wanted her to be in every club possible. When others went home, she went studying. Later her father had asked her to work part time in the firm to learn the business early. When she went to Harvard she had to be the best there. Everything else had been unacceptable for father and mother. She had two short affairs, both not lasting longer than a week and she didn't need the second hand to count how many times she had sex in her life. Even if the boys had been attracted by her looks, they wanted to party and she had to study. End of story. After Harvard she started in her father's firm and he had made her rise quickly. But with the rise came the clients and with the clients came the travels and the hours of work. Her life had consisted so far of studying or working and sleeping. With sleeping being not even a third of it. And now? Now she was lost on a foreign planet, where everything was hostile and where they would keep her as a sexslave. HER! A sexslave! She had never really enjoyed sex and now she should work sex? What did she do to deserve a fate like that? Why was she punished so hard...<br/><br/>It had been the moment when she had given up hope. Hope for a life, hope for rescueing, hope for things turning into something good. This life wasn't worth living and she would simply give up now. And she did. She practically drained her mind of everything positive and let the big despair she was feeling take her over like thick billowing smoke was taking over a house when the fire was only on the lowest level. And that was her state, when she felt someone pinch her. She turned her head, looked at Tom, she even recognised the good-looking pilot she had hoped on for teaching her how to enjoy sex. But there was nothing positive inside her anymore and so she starred at him blind-eyed. Even he couldn't save her. There was only desperation in her and the will to die from it. She could feel tears leaving her eyes, but she had no idea where they came from.<br/><br/>Tania could see the panic in his eyes. Could see his shock and then she could see the anger starting to take over. Anger on what? On her? On himself? Why was he angry? He could care less if she decided to die. She was just some dumb civilian being a burden to him. And he had his co-pilot for sex. He didn't need her. She could feel him shake her, her head bopped up and down, but it meant nothing to her. This life was over for her, good-bye pilot boy, it would have been good to meet you in another life. But not in this one. This one is shit. Only shit. I don't want it, good-bye. She closed her eyes and her body went limb.<br/><br/>The slap in her face was hard, jerked her head around. She opened her eyes, could see him yell at her, but she couldn't hear the words. He slapped her again, her head turned to the other side. She didn't want to feel anything, but her body rebelled. Her body felt the pain. The next slap, she could feel her cheek burn. His yelling sounded now like some distant train, very distant. Another slap and more shaking. The train came nearer. She could see the door of the cockpit open and the co-pilot and another girl running out to her. And a blond boy standing there frozen to death. One more slap. The pain was now massive and the train was very close. She could see how the tears in his eyes started to build and the desperation in his look. She could see how the co-pilot reached out with her hand to stop him from slapping her again, how the other girl gripped a med-pack. And she could see his absolutely desperate look when his hand moved down and slapped her harder than before. And now the train was running over her, she could her the wheels thundering and then the wheels were gone and she understood his yelling.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"YOU DON'T GIVE UP ON ME!!!! I DON'T ALLOW IT THAT YOU GIVE UP!!!! FIGHT YOU DAMN BITCH!!! FIGHT AS HARD AS YOU CAN!!! YOUR LIFE IS NOT OVER!!! DAMMIT!!!! I NEED YOU!!! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THAT!!!" </span><br/><br/>She opened her mouth in the moment when the co-pilot gripped his arm and jerked it backwards and the other girl rushed to her side. Her voice was totally calm but drop-dead serious.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"If you call me one more time bitch, Major, I'll scratch your eyes out." </span><br/><br/>And then he started to laugh like crazy and the tears where running down his cheek.</div>