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PRINCE'S INVESTIGATION (1) |
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- The Mister's girl friend lost one of her shoes
in the elevator.
The Prince smiled one moment, thinking of Cendrillon. Helen losing
her squirrel fur slipper…
The image was pleasant, but the fact was strange. Worrying.
- Thank you Joaquim. I will return it to her. About her, did you
see her leaving the hotel?
- No Prince, I didn't. You make me think. She did not pass in front
of the reception. And it's very odd. If I may to allow me, Prince,
should even pay attention to you. There are bad people who go and
come for some time.
- I understand my friend. I thank you for your advice.
The Prince had called the reception. Helen got on his nerves with
her little ways of liberated woman.
At home, more than one century later, he would have punished her.
Then he would have taken her without allowing her to have an orgasm.
The threat of the whip and the promise of the pleasure.
In this way he had broken tens of female slaves. Pleasure and suffering.
Thus was going the humanity since it was existing.
He wanted to drink.
The bellhop had knocked the door a little later with a bottle of
old malt, glass and the sandal of Helen.
Thoughtful the Prince opened the bottle and poured the amber liquid
in the glass.
- That is bad … Worrying.
He posed the glass, got dressed, took his sword-cane and left the
room without noise .
He called the elevator, considered the numbers of stages.
- I do not like that at all. With his habit of nosing around, Helen
probably has move a scorpions nest.
He pressed on the button of the basement.
A dark corridor, the office on the left, the linen room.
The fire exit.
It was still the night but a pale gleam clarified the backyard.
A glare of light attracted his glance. He approached.
- The other sandal ! There is no doubt my dear Helen, you will
not be here tomorrow evening. And you are in a right fix.
He walked all over the court, looking for clues.
- Nothing. What have I to do ? Mm… The militia or the secret
police. Or one of these paramilitary groups. It is necessary to
wait. If I know them, they are going back. To arrest me too. These
dogs questioned the personnel. They know Helen's acquaintance. Let
us finish this excellent malt. There is not anything to do.
The day went by without incident. The Prince had came out his room
just for the meals.
In the evening it had watched a mindless television program before
lying down and falling in a vigilant light sleep.
- The cockroaches go out during the night…
The lock cracked. The prince woke up immediately and he slipped
towards hiscane.
The light brutally switched on and two men burst in in the room,
revolver in hand.
- Get up, you terrorist. You are taken.
- Of course Sirs. Do you allow that I get dressed?
- Come like that! No! You have to slip into pants.
Hunting. The Prince was (is always ) a predator and he liked to
hunt. He had geently stood up pretending to lean on his cane. But
the predator excitement being on the look-out had got him into a
state that I could name interesting ...
... but that Pedro and Ramon found awkward.
The Prince slowly moved towards them.
- Dress ! Quick.
And the preys looked away discreetly.
The blade of the cane sword sprang out, whipped the air, found
the heart of the first prey, then the right wrist of the second.
The gun fell down, then the first prey, then the second, holding
his inert hand.
- You have the choice, rabble. You do not speak and I cut you the
testicles, the tongue and the ears before inserting the blade in
your belly. And you slowly die while suffering like a dog. Or you
speak and I kill you properly and quickly.
The man was livid, he stammered :
- For pity's sake Señor, I'll speak but don't kill me…
My wife is expecting a baby. I want to see my soon growing.
- What have you done with the young woman?
- For pity's sake Señor, we took her to the old canning
factory…
- Yes come on !
She's terrorist, Señor. She conessed. Yes Señor it's
true , I swear…
- Come on !
- We took her to Colonia Dignidad. It's a rehabilitation center.
- For pity's sake Señor it's true. Do not kill me…
- My word is my bond and I always keep my word.
The Prince carefully cleaned the sword , put it away, dressed and
called the reception.
- Yes Joaquim ? A bottle of Lagavulhin. And two glasses. Thank
you.
The Prince had caught the tray before the boy drop it and had closed
again the door. Joaquim was standing against the wall, trembling.
- Señor, they are men of Securidad. You killed them. It's
serious. But? … I know them. Señor they tortured my
sister. They raped her Señor. And they took her to Colonia
Dignidad Señor. It's a right thing Señor. But you
have to flee. Others men will come. I know it Señor. I'll
help you Señor.
- I do not flee Joaquim. I am in Valparaiso because of Colonia.
Women in my country have been abducted and I followed up the clue.
I must go to Colonia. If you want to help me, find some means to
go to Parral *.
- I'll do it Prince. I need some days to do it. But before I will
take you to my mother's home. She will hide you.
- I don't like to be in hiding, Joaquim. But for you and your family,
I'll do it. I also need a car.
I must go somewhere in the mountain. Alone.
- I am going to find it Mister. But, por favor, take care. They
are bad men.
- I am a gentleman my dear fellow. But that does not want to say
that I cannot be merciless.
When someboy betrays me, when somebody offends me, me or those
which I protect.
Oh yes, I almost forgot, you should take some bottles of this excellent
whisky.
