Continuation of my previous story: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5712459/Esclava-rusa-6.html
The horn of a passing truck startled us with a fright, Alina peeled off my legs with a sound similar to adhesive tape coming off her cheeks. She moved her mouth and mentioned that she felt sticky. In the trunk there were a few water bottles, we used one each, I had to change my pants. Alina offered to clean my seat, clarifying that it was her job.
By 9:40 am we were back on the road, Low roar sounded and Alina bounced in her seat while I'll Keep Coming played, the song was interrupted by an unknown number's call. I imagined who could be calling and answered.
Hello.
Hello, are Markho and Alina there?
Yes.
Ahh, okay. Sorry for the delay, the registry office gave us some trouble, asked for more than what it was. We've already paid. It's done. You can find your registration with the same passport number wherever you want. She'll be officially registered.
Okay. How much did he ask for? I'll send everything once I check if it's there.
It seemed that the percentage had increased by 20%, no problem, I didn't expect to need it.
The ship was passenger-only, but I knew that if I paid some of the crew, they wouldn't check Alina's passport or documentation and in case of missing documents, I just had to pay more for them to let her enter as a migrant. I had a contact who had been introduced by a friend from work, apparently he would get tickets and do his best to ignore the girl at the migratory checkpoints. It was a risky bet, but that's what the backup documents were for.
Regardless, if everything failed, I needed Alina's identification and passport registered in migration, if necessary, I'd have to buy plane tickets and Controls were stricter. The trip was calm, Alina slept for a couple of hours, and it wasn't until I stopped at another gas station that she woke up and got out behind me. We ate, drank, and went back on the road. During the journey, the songs changed more frequently, Alina turned towards the outside like looking for something, seemed restless, had been quiet for several hours, and something made me think she would be like this at times. I had never seen the sea. It didn't surprise me, given the village almost in the middle of the continent where I lived before being sold, I wondered if she knew what a desert, jungle, perpetual ice or even a valley of flowers was. Would she get seasick? How long would it take her to adapt to the waves? And if she had sea sickness but it wasn't from the waves...? I felt stupid again during the whole trip. I had to explain reproduction to her. She didn't know how ignorant Alina would be about some or other concepts or subjects. During the explanation, Alina seemed to lose track and then recover what she wanted to say, maybe the explanation wasn't good enough or concrete enough. -Then can I get pregnant? -It's possible. We'll use birth control pills. -I understand...- Her face showed effort in her attempts to weave together what was happening.- We'll do what you say, master. The doctor's call didn't surprise me: Alina was clean. She had earned her fees when she sent the scan results by WhatsApp. Alina remained restless, although she left the songs alone and kept turning around on her seat to look outside the car. She was still looking for the sea in the distance, not knowing it was impossible to see from the road. At least the sky seemed to be clearing up. I didn't pay much attention that the air humidity increased and smelled more salty as we approached the coast. A few small buildings were rising as we got closer to the coast. As we got closer to the coast, the constructions became more frequent, until we found some self-service stores and restaurants, a water park caught her attention and made her eyes sparkle with joy and expectation, unfortunately we weren't going there. I stopped the car for a moment to look up a pharmacy on the map. Inflatable stores and bathing suits increased in quantity and colors. We bought some birth control pills, Alina took one as soon as we got out. The only nearby hospital seemed bad, but there was no other option before setting sail.
At this point, we only had a couple of hours left. The improvised idea was to pay a doctor to give her an injection. She took a bit more than expected, but finally she got the injection.
We only had three hours before the boat set sail. Her arm hurt and she held it with the other one.
I didn't think it would hurt so much... She whispered sadly.
I'm sorry, when we're at sea there won't be any pharmacies or birth control... I regret not having warned you, it was something totally improvised.
Don't worry, love... Let's see the sea.
Yes...
After a store, we turned right and walked down a narrow street where I parked on the left side. I stopped the car and told her to get out.
We walked among several pedestrians and passed through an archway onto the coast. The waves were already perceptible with my ear and the distant murmurs of people clearing between alleys.
I was walking slowly, taking her hand almost impatiently, saw her legs from the corner of my eye and her dilated pupils traveling from the vast blue behind the buildings to me. I wanted to kiss her.
We walked until we reached the coast, the greyish sand contrasted with the sunset light, it wasn't more than one o'clock and already seemed like four.
Alina took a few extra steps. She stopped at just a few centimeters from the rocks that drew the beginning of the sea, she looked almost tiny but her shadow stretched almost touching the water. I let myself fall onto the sand and sat down to look at her there, standing up contemplating the vastness while some seagulls squawked and the commotion seemed to drown out under the sound of the waves breaking against the coast.
She turned back to look at me and a bright smile was forming on her face. I smiled back.
-Can...!?
-Do you know how to swim?-
-She nodded.
-Just don't drink the water.
Alina ran until the sea engulfed her feet, and she had no choice but to jump in sections until she reached the deep part. Her clothes ended up soaked but she seemed happy to be there. She dove under and I lost sight of her for an instant. She emerged between the tide and came close enough to the coast for the sea to cover her waist, greeting me with a hand in my direction, her wet hair stuck to her body and her clothes that no longer left anything to the imagination made me think about how things would change on the boat... Would something change in my country?
Until now I was still thinking about the time I had spent with her: Only 3 days and a half.
It didn't seem very important but it seemed like she was gaining confidence quickly, adapting easily to me. In theory, she was the person I should trust my life with from now on. One mistake and it would be a total disaster. I would have to disappear if something went wrong... Where would I run? And what if the slave fell in love with me? What if I got another slave? What if both of them passed? What would be the consequences for that? Only added more weight to my head as I watched her playing on the coast.
I rested on the sand and looked at my watch. It had only been 20 minutes. Even after just a few days of knowing her... it would be nice to travel with her often.
I got up to get closer to the tide, pulled up my athletic pants and unbuttoned the worn military-style jacket.
I sat down on a rock and started shaping the sand between my feet. Alina stopped playing and swam towards me; face down, with the tide rising and falling, I could see her looking at me attentively.
-What are you doing, Do I? -I think it's a sandcastle. -It doesn't seem like it's going well, it's crumbling. -They say you need to add sugar for it to stay firm. Anyway, it's just entertainment. Do you want to try? -Yes! -I took a handful of sand and threw it at her chest.- EH! -she cried out surprised as she waited for the wave to bring an opportunity for retaliation, but only managed to gather some sand in her hand and throw it at my chest.
I got up from the rock and loaded her onto my back, kicking my feet to lift water and trying to splash her with my hands. I spun around a few times until I found the perfect spot and when the kinetic energy seemed right, I let go. Her scream revealed her surprise and the splashing only made me lose sight of her. I walked slowly and heavily towards the beach but her hand was holding my foot. She felt me pulling but it was useless, I had anchored my foot in the sand. She took my weaker foot and managed to make me fall.
When I finally sat down, I saw her kneeling in front of me trying to get her hair out of her face. -Wait. -I put my hand on her head- Breathe- I submerged her underwater and retrieved her hair before bringing her back up. -It's over. Do you want a lifeline? -Yes, please. -I took her hand and removed one from her wrist to put it on me.
I caressed her cheek. -Let's go. We need to dry off, eat, and get to the boat. -Yes, my love. -Clean yourself well of sand. -Yes!... My love. -Tell me. -Will we ever come back to the beach? -When we get home... After that, I suppose we'll leave for other places, see more than just beaches, Alina.-Her eyes lit up and her smile grew with excitement. -Good.-She exclaimed excitedly.
She gave another splash and came out of the water walking behind me. The café on the riverbank let us see the sea almost at our pleasure, only obstructed by some umbrellas belonging to some tourists. It was getting dark and the lights in the palm trees were turning on. We were drinking coffee while some Russian song I had never heard before was playing on the speakers in the local. Alina walked around with surprise and expectation while pedestrians and diners talked so much that only the distinguishable hum of the crowds remained.
When our clothes dried, we went to the van, which we had left parked a few blocks away. I asked Alina to gather our luggage while we headed to the aquatic park on the other side of the river. The plan was to leave the car there, pay something extra for the rental agency to pick it up, and that would be the end of it.
We would have to walk with our suitcases to the port, but that wasn't a big deal. After calling the agency and discussing part of the way with Alina walking beside me, they finally accepted the extra percentage, not without threatening to put me on their black list. What was the point if I wasn't going back?
However, the river didn't seem wide enough to accommodate a cruise ship; it was somewhat greenish and didn't look deep.
According to my contact's instructions, I had to go to the reception of Naberezhnaya, a hotel on the riverbank.
The man at the reception behaved a bit gruff until I mentioned the two reservations for the 6 pm cruise. I decided to ignore him for the rest of my stay.
In the back patio there were some tables set along the river, a ferry with the hotel's logo anchored in the small port, and a bunch of people murmuring things around the embarkation area.
The cruiser was still loading supplies, so the ferry would have to wait another couple of hours. The access and descent from the ferry were free, but it was necessary to show the ticket. I decided to get on the ferry with Alina, as I didn't want to wait too long on land and needed to check her resistance to seasickness.
We took a couple of seats apart at the bow and arranged our suitcases between our legs. The cold of the night It started to show on Alina.
You should wear a sweater. She knelt down and put her suitcase aside, rummaged through her few belongings, and found a sweater that she put on immediately. - And some leggings or pants, it's going to be cold at night on the route, you can change in the boat.
Ah...-She began while searching for something in the suitcase.
Marco.
Marco...
Yes?
I don't feel well. She looked at me intensely with her eyebrows raised, her leggings caressing her thighs as she went up. - Seasickness?
No... it's more like...-She knelt down in front of me, her arms covering the sides of her face and murmuring something intelligible.
...the state of what lies beyond. I stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other. I crouched down to listen better until we finished together.
Repeat it, Alina, you're not speaking clearly.
It's like when you go too fast in the car, I don't know what's beyond this point, I thought it would be easier, but it feels like I'm running away from my home... I think I'm afraid of what lies beyond. She lifted her head and looked at me with tearful eyes, her voice was a thread and her lip corners trembled.
How long were you in the village? The question seemed to confuse her.
Ah?
I repeated the question. Atónita only knew how to respond by stammering- C... I think it's been my whole life... Never left.
It's the first time you've seen the sea, it's the first time you've seen the city. I began with a soft voice. You never saw what lies beyond. It's normal to be afraid. Didn't you have fear when I bought you?
She nodded.
What changed?
I think... I think that the fact that I was talking to you... that you were listening to me...
And what would change? I'll stay here for you. I started.
Look, I don't want to tell you that I'm the only thing you have, but it's just that I'm the only thing you have for now. And you yourself said, you listen to me. Despite being a slave, I treat you and take away the freedoms that any other person has. I want you to come with me, but I can't force you.
Will he be there for me? Can I trust that... won't she leave me in an unknown country? -Why would she leave me?-My hand caressed her head once more-Everything will be fine, Alina. -Can I...?-I extended my arms. I hugged her. -Will everything be fine? -Yes, everything will be fine. -Nothing can be fine. Alina fell asleep with her knees embracing me. When the train started moving, I felt her press my torso harder and my caress seemed to comfort her.End of Part 7Next part:The continuation will be... I don't know, haha. I was expecting this story for weeks and...
I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to be more consistent and not leave this story so abandoned again.
The horn of a passing truck startled us with a fright, Alina peeled off my legs with a sound similar to adhesive tape coming off her cheeks. She moved her mouth and mentioned that she felt sticky. In the trunk there were a few water bottles, we used one each, I had to change my pants. Alina offered to clean my seat, clarifying that it was her job.
By 9:40 am we were back on the road, Low roar sounded and Alina bounced in her seat while I'll Keep Coming played, the song was interrupted by an unknown number's call. I imagined who could be calling and answered.
Hello.
Hello, are Markho and Alina there?
Yes.
Ahh, okay. Sorry for the delay, the registry office gave us some trouble, asked for more than what it was. We've already paid. It's done. You can find your registration with the same passport number wherever you want. She'll be officially registered.
Okay. How much did he ask for? I'll send everything once I check if it's there.
It seemed that the percentage had increased by 20%, no problem, I didn't expect to need it.
The ship was passenger-only, but I knew that if I paid some of the crew, they wouldn't check Alina's passport or documentation and in case of missing documents, I just had to pay more for them to let her enter as a migrant. I had a contact who had been introduced by a friend from work, apparently he would get tickets and do his best to ignore the girl at the migratory checkpoints. It was a risky bet, but that's what the backup documents were for.
Regardless, if everything failed, I needed Alina's identification and passport registered in migration, if necessary, I'd have to buy plane tickets and Controls were stricter. The trip was calm, Alina slept for a couple of hours, and it wasn't until I stopped at another gas station that she woke up and got out behind me. We ate, drank, and went back on the road. During the journey, the songs changed more frequently, Alina turned towards the outside like looking for something, seemed restless, had been quiet for several hours, and something made me think she would be like this at times. I had never seen the sea. It didn't surprise me, given the village almost in the middle of the continent where I lived before being sold, I wondered if she knew what a desert, jungle, perpetual ice or even a valley of flowers was. Would she get seasick? How long would it take her to adapt to the waves? And if she had sea sickness but it wasn't from the waves...? I felt stupid again during the whole trip. I had to explain reproduction to her. She didn't know how ignorant Alina would be about some or other concepts or subjects. During the explanation, Alina seemed to lose track and then recover what she wanted to say, maybe the explanation wasn't good enough or concrete enough. -Then can I get pregnant? -It's possible. We'll use birth control pills. -I understand...- Her face showed effort in her attempts to weave together what was happening.- We'll do what you say, master. The doctor's call didn't surprise me: Alina was clean. She had earned her fees when she sent the scan results by WhatsApp. Alina remained restless, although she left the songs alone and kept turning around on her seat to look outside the car. She was still looking for the sea in the distance, not knowing it was impossible to see from the road. At least the sky seemed to be clearing up. I didn't pay much attention that the air humidity increased and smelled more salty as we approached the coast. A few small buildings were rising as we got closer to the coast. As we got closer to the coast, the constructions became more frequent, until we found some self-service stores and restaurants, a water park caught her attention and made her eyes sparkle with joy and expectation, unfortunately we weren't going there. I stopped the car for a moment to look up a pharmacy on the map. Inflatable stores and bathing suits increased in quantity and colors. We bought some birth control pills, Alina took one as soon as we got out. The only nearby hospital seemed bad, but there was no other option before setting sail.
At this point, we only had a couple of hours left. The improvised idea was to pay a doctor to give her an injection. She took a bit more than expected, but finally she got the injection.
We only had three hours before the boat set sail. Her arm hurt and she held it with the other one.
I didn't think it would hurt so much... She whispered sadly.
I'm sorry, when we're at sea there won't be any pharmacies or birth control... I regret not having warned you, it was something totally improvised.
Don't worry, love... Let's see the sea.
Yes...
After a store, we turned right and walked down a narrow street where I parked on the left side. I stopped the car and told her to get out.
We walked among several pedestrians and passed through an archway onto the coast. The waves were already perceptible with my ear and the distant murmurs of people clearing between alleys.
I was walking slowly, taking her hand almost impatiently, saw her legs from the corner of my eye and her dilated pupils traveling from the vast blue behind the buildings to me. I wanted to kiss her.
We walked until we reached the coast, the greyish sand contrasted with the sunset light, it wasn't more than one o'clock and already seemed like four.
Alina took a few extra steps. She stopped at just a few centimeters from the rocks that drew the beginning of the sea, she looked almost tiny but her shadow stretched almost touching the water. I let myself fall onto the sand and sat down to look at her there, standing up contemplating the vastness while some seagulls squawked and the commotion seemed to drown out under the sound of the waves breaking against the coast.
She turned back to look at me and a bright smile was forming on her face. I smiled back.
-Can...!?
-Do you know how to swim?-
-She nodded.
-Just don't drink the water.
Alina ran until the sea engulfed her feet, and she had no choice but to jump in sections until she reached the deep part. Her clothes ended up soaked but she seemed happy to be there. She dove under and I lost sight of her for an instant. She emerged between the tide and came close enough to the coast for the sea to cover her waist, greeting me with a hand in my direction, her wet hair stuck to her body and her clothes that no longer left anything to the imagination made me think about how things would change on the boat... Would something change in my country?
Until now I was still thinking about the time I had spent with her: Only 3 days and a half.
It didn't seem very important but it seemed like she was gaining confidence quickly, adapting easily to me. In theory, she was the person I should trust my life with from now on. One mistake and it would be a total disaster. I would have to disappear if something went wrong... Where would I run? And what if the slave fell in love with me? What if I got another slave? What if both of them passed? What would be the consequences for that? Only added more weight to my head as I watched her playing on the coast.
I rested on the sand and looked at my watch. It had only been 20 minutes. Even after just a few days of knowing her... it would be nice to travel with her often.
I got up to get closer to the tide, pulled up my athletic pants and unbuttoned the worn military-style jacket.
I sat down on a rock and started shaping the sand between my feet. Alina stopped playing and swam towards me; face down, with the tide rising and falling, I could see her looking at me attentively.
-What are you doing, Do I? -I think it's a sandcastle. -It doesn't seem like it's going well, it's crumbling. -They say you need to add sugar for it to stay firm. Anyway, it's just entertainment. Do you want to try? -Yes! -I took a handful of sand and threw it at her chest.- EH! -she cried out surprised as she waited for the wave to bring an opportunity for retaliation, but only managed to gather some sand in her hand and throw it at my chest.
I got up from the rock and loaded her onto my back, kicking my feet to lift water and trying to splash her with my hands. I spun around a few times until I found the perfect spot and when the kinetic energy seemed right, I let go. Her scream revealed her surprise and the splashing only made me lose sight of her. I walked slowly and heavily towards the beach but her hand was holding my foot. She felt me pulling but it was useless, I had anchored my foot in the sand. She took my weaker foot and managed to make me fall.
When I finally sat down, I saw her kneeling in front of me trying to get her hair out of her face. -Wait. -I put my hand on her head- Breathe- I submerged her underwater and retrieved her hair before bringing her back up. -It's over. Do you want a lifeline? -Yes, please. -I took her hand and removed one from her wrist to put it on me.
I caressed her cheek. -Let's go. We need to dry off, eat, and get to the boat. -Yes, my love. -Clean yourself well of sand. -Yes!... My love. -Tell me. -Will we ever come back to the beach? -When we get home... After that, I suppose we'll leave for other places, see more than just beaches, Alina.-Her eyes lit up and her smile grew with excitement. -Good.-She exclaimed excitedly.
She gave another splash and came out of the water walking behind me. The café on the riverbank let us see the sea almost at our pleasure, only obstructed by some umbrellas belonging to some tourists. It was getting dark and the lights in the palm trees were turning on. We were drinking coffee while some Russian song I had never heard before was playing on the speakers in the local. Alina walked around with surprise and expectation while pedestrians and diners talked so much that only the distinguishable hum of the crowds remained.
When our clothes dried, we went to the van, which we had left parked a few blocks away. I asked Alina to gather our luggage while we headed to the aquatic park on the other side of the river. The plan was to leave the car there, pay something extra for the rental agency to pick it up, and that would be the end of it.
We would have to walk with our suitcases to the port, but that wasn't a big deal. After calling the agency and discussing part of the way with Alina walking beside me, they finally accepted the extra percentage, not without threatening to put me on their black list. What was the point if I wasn't going back?
However, the river didn't seem wide enough to accommodate a cruise ship; it was somewhat greenish and didn't look deep.
According to my contact's instructions, I had to go to the reception of Naberezhnaya, a hotel on the riverbank.
The man at the reception behaved a bit gruff until I mentioned the two reservations for the 6 pm cruise. I decided to ignore him for the rest of my stay.
In the back patio there were some tables set along the river, a ferry with the hotel's logo anchored in the small port, and a bunch of people murmuring things around the embarkation area.
The cruiser was still loading supplies, so the ferry would have to wait another couple of hours. The access and descent from the ferry were free, but it was necessary to show the ticket. I decided to get on the ferry with Alina, as I didn't want to wait too long on land and needed to check her resistance to seasickness.
We took a couple of seats apart at the bow and arranged our suitcases between our legs. The cold of the night It started to show on Alina.
You should wear a sweater. She knelt down and put her suitcase aside, rummaged through her few belongings, and found a sweater that she put on immediately. - And some leggings or pants, it's going to be cold at night on the route, you can change in the boat.
Ah...-She began while searching for something in the suitcase.
Marco.
Marco...
Yes?
I don't feel well. She looked at me intensely with her eyebrows raised, her leggings caressing her thighs as she went up. - Seasickness?
No... it's more like...-She knelt down in front of me, her arms covering the sides of her face and murmuring something intelligible.
...the state of what lies beyond. I stroked her hair with one hand and her back with the other. I crouched down to listen better until we finished together.
Repeat it, Alina, you're not speaking clearly.
It's like when you go too fast in the car, I don't know what's beyond this point, I thought it would be easier, but it feels like I'm running away from my home... I think I'm afraid of what lies beyond. She lifted her head and looked at me with tearful eyes, her voice was a thread and her lip corners trembled.
How long were you in the village? The question seemed to confuse her.
Ah?
I repeated the question. Atónita only knew how to respond by stammering- C... I think it's been my whole life... Never left.
It's the first time you've seen the sea, it's the first time you've seen the city. I began with a soft voice. You never saw what lies beyond. It's normal to be afraid. Didn't you have fear when I bought you?
She nodded.
What changed?
I think... I think that the fact that I was talking to you... that you were listening to me...
And what would change? I'll stay here for you. I started.
Look, I don't want to tell you that I'm the only thing you have, but it's just that I'm the only thing you have for now. And you yourself said, you listen to me. Despite being a slave, I treat you and take away the freedoms that any other person has. I want you to come with me, but I can't force you.
Will he be there for me? Can I trust that... won't she leave me in an unknown country? -Why would she leave me?-My hand caressed her head once more-Everything will be fine, Alina. -Can I...?-I extended my arms. I hugged her. -Will everything be fine? -Yes, everything will be fine. -Nothing can be fine. Alina fell asleep with her knees embracing me. When the train started moving, I felt her press my torso harder and my caress seemed to comfort her.End of Part 7Next part:The continuation will be... I don't know, haha. I was expecting this story for weeks and...
I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to be more consistent and not leave this story so abandoned again.
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