“My reputation precedes me.” Victor walks up to his desk and picks up Camilla’s sketch book that he had taken for his own. He flips through the sketch pad looking through the random sketches of the crow like images.

“So I’ve been told that you have been acquainted with our ghost lady here. Is that true?”

He threw the sketch pad close to Camilla’s bounded feet. She looked over and noticed one of the sketches she made of Dana earlier that day. She looked back up at the drug lord.

“I’ve seen her…” She replied with out a hint of fear in her voice. She wouldn’t this man the satisfaction that she was afraid. Truthfully she was deathly afraid of this man and of what he has planed for her and Dana. Yet she knew that she had to be strong.

“Have you now?” he bent over and picked up her sketch pad. While he was down he gently caressed Camilla’s bare calf with his hands. His hands roamed up further the captive woman’s bare leg as she did her best to not flinch at Victor’s raping hands.

His hands began to travel up her half naked body as the rested on her cheeks. She had to close her eyes tightly to stop her body from shuddering at his touch. 

“Tell me something dear.” He whispered seductively in her left ear. “How do you kill some one who’s already dead? How do you stop a heart that is already still.” His hands stopped on her shoulders. He tried to look into her eyes but her head was turned away from his sick gaze.

She turned back momentarily only to give him an answer. More like answering a question with another question.

“Is that a trick question?”

He laughed again at her rebuttal. She had guts. He had to admit that. Even after staring at the face of death, she still kept her unbroken allegiance to Dana. Victor raised his hands and slapped Camilla across the cheek again.

Reeling from the blow she looked up at him with hatred in her eyes.

“You can’t stop her. Not until she’s finishes what she was sent back for.”