Page 10 of Fighting for Ella

But even if she hid or even if she ran it didn't solve her problem.

She was lost out there in the jungle. She couldn’t survive long on her own. She still had to try to find her way to Raul Castillo’s place if she didn't want everything to be for naught. What choice did she really have?

Sighing, Ella shoved back the tears and wearily pushed to her feet. No sooner had she done that than she saw two men dressed all in black, weapons slung over their shoulders, walking through the jungle a mere ten yards or so from where she’d been sitting.

“Hello?” she called out, ignoring the fact that they could belong to a cartel and hoping they were Raul’s men. Not that that was much better.

Both of them turned toward her with weapons raised, but when they saw her horrible smiles that made her skin crawl lit their faces, and those weapons were once again lowered.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Little blonde mouse that was supposed to have arrived already, hiding out in the jungle,” one of them said as he stalked toward her.

Right now, she felt very much like a little timid mouse, trying to make herself as small a target as possible because she knew she couldn’t run from the predator hunting her.

“I-I got l-lost,” she stammered, taking a step back, but she crashed into the tree trunk she’d been resting against, trapping her in place. Running was a bad idea. These men would catch her, and if she made one wrong move, the consequences could be disastrous.

“Got lost did you, little mouse?” the other man chuckled as he followed his friend.

“Mr. Castillo said if we found you then we were welcome to have a little fun with you before bringing you in,” the first man said as he reached her and circled her neck with one of his large hands, effectively pinning her in place.

“I … I … that wasn’t … we had a deal … you can't …” Ella babbled as the man’s hand roughly grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it so hard she couldn’t help but cry out even though she knew there was no one to hear her cries, and no one to care even if they did.

“We can do whatever we want, little mouse,” the second man said with a laugh. “Who is going to stop us?” He waved his hands around at the empty jungle. The only other living beings there were the animals, and they certainly didn't care what these two men did to her.

“P-please, please d-don’t h-hurt me,” she begged, but all it did was make both men laugh.

“Don’t worry, little mouse,” the second man said as he shoved a hand between her legs and groped at her. “We’ll make sure it’s good for you. It won't hurt.”

“Well, maybe it will hurt when I take you here,” the first man said. The hand that wasn’t still around her throat moved to her backside, and he poked at her hole back there through her jeans.

Ella whimpered and it was such a pitiful sound even to her own ears that it was no wonder the two men merely laughed again.

She was pathetic.

Couldn’t even remember the directions that would have gotten her to Raul’s house. Not that she would have been all that much safer there, but she for sure wouldn't be about to be stripped naked and simultaneously raped by two men.

The worst part of it, though, was knowing that it was all she deserved.

Didn't she know better?

If you played with fire, you got burned. And she was about to be scorched.

February 6th

12:31 P.M.

He had never truly understoodthe saying that someone saw red.

Not until this moment.

When Miguel heard the commotion, he quieted his steps, slowed his pace, and snuck up quietly to see what was going on.

As soon as he saw a woman with long blonde hair shoved up against a tree and two men dressed in black fatigues pawing at her and trying to yank her clothes off her, he was filled with a rage so powerful he was surprised he didn't turn into the Hulk right then and there.

The woman was Ella. He knew that, knew that these men were likely some of Raul Castillo’s, that she had gotten herself into this mess when she agreed to sell the weapons trafficker the drug and snuck out of the country to do it. Knew that if she had made different choices, she wouldn't be in this position right now.

But none of that mattered.

Whether she was some criminal mastermind, who had conspired with a dangerous man to have her friends tortured or not, no woman deserved to be raped.

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