"Thank you for staying, and saving my life. My name is Felina, and I would be dead without you. He would have killed me!" Felina said between sobs as she tried to take a breath while Michael helped her down off the counter, setting her back down on her feet. The tearful, violated, dark-eyed beauty spoke softly standing in front of Michael, who towered over the petite lady. Felina grabbed his hands in hers bringing them up to her chest as she bowed her head and gave up a prayer of thanks to God, she said in a small voice in Spanish "Doy gracias a mi Jesucristo, quien ha cubereto mi cabeza en la batalla, y me libro de los manos de mi enemigo. Bendito eres tu que me ha enviado este parientes reventar, y juro os dame en deuda con el como has guardado mi vida medios necesarios, yo soy tu siervo, humilde y amorosa para siempre. Amen"
"Amen." Michael said, as this was all of her prayer he could understand. Then a strange thing happened as he stood there holding the little woman's hands, for after she had offered up her prayer, a serene peace came over her countenance, as a brightness and clarity came to her eyes, her face softening, as every tense muscle in her body relaxed when she let out a deep, cleansing breath, she appeared to grow a little taller, her voice stronger. She looked up at Michael with a sweet, calm expression on her face as the pain and horror, her mind and body had just been forced through, seemed to melt away from her presence and she smiled at him with a great satisfaction and appreciation for her life. For Michael knew, without a doubt, that rapist would have most certainly strangled the life out of her, just to stop her from screaming, but Michael could not abide by that, and so he reacted accordingly.
"I want you to come with me." Felina said as she took his right hand in hers, her left hand trying to keep the table cloth, she was wrapped up in, from falling off. Felina led him down stairs to the basement of the old stone building which was erected in 1879. The cellar was cool, well lit, and well organized, the kegs of beer and shelves of liquor on the right and the walk-in coolers to the left, there was a red velvet couch along the wall, with a little glass coffee table in front of it. There, under the stairs, Felina opened up a little closet were she pulled out two chef's uniforms, she took a regular 'comme' shirt and pants, giving her handsome savior the executive chefs uniform. Michael stood there for brief moment as Felina dropped the cloth covering her well tanned and toned body, to which Michael turned away and Felina laughed, saying "Why are you embarrassed to see me naked, after what you have just witnessed. Go on, turn around."
The two stood back to back as she dressed herself in the clean cotton garments while Michael stripped off his blood splattered tee shirt and now ruined jeans, his favorite 501's, and his Nike's. Michael felt awkward as he slipped into the clothes she provided, never knowing of all the expensive suits and gifts to come his way from the beautiful Felina Sarafina de la Rosa Diaz. As for now she bade him stay and wait down stairs she said "There is plenty to drink down here, or eat, if you can stomach food at a time like this, I will go and summon the officers, when they come I will close this door until they leave, and then you can drive me back to my home." here she embraced Michael tightly, thanking him once more for coming to her rescue, getting on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and with that she walked up the stairs, barefoot, dressed like a kitchen worker, he could hear her on the phone with the police, the panic returning to her voice, caused by seeing the dead body of her attacker in a congealing pool of blood in the middle of the kitchen. Felina stood at the top of the stairs saying "this might take awhile, so get comfortable."
"What will you tell them.., about me?" Michael asked with a troubled voice.
"I will tell them what happened, that a wealthy businessman came to my rescue and he could not afford the publicity for his company and so this man, who saved me, cleaned me up and left when I called the police." Felina said with a serious look adding "Do not worry my friend, this is Buenos Aires, I, and my family, are well respected in this city. I will take care of everything."
Michael was now alone as he heard the sirens approaching the building. He felt nervous, anxious and still in shock, a little, so he quietly went over to the shelves of liquor, where he came upon a case of Johnnie Walker Blue. Michael had completely lost his appetite, slicing a man's throat open will do that to you, so he sat himself down on the comfortable sofa, putting his feet up on the little table as he leaned his head back, taking a few swigs off the brand new, expensive bottle of Scotch Whiskey. Michael tried to listen but he could not decipher what Felina was telling the police as he waited on baited breath in the basement. Michael felt as if what had just occurred was happening to someone else, as if he were in a film, or perhaps this was all a terrible nightmare, perhaps he was still on board the flight to Argentina, maybe he was only dreaming, he wondered. However Michael Cullen knew that what had transpired was all too real and he was more uncertain, now more than ever, of what future would bring, for he could have never foreseen this terrible, twisted turn his life would take, and he knew he was not mistaken, so with knots in his stomach and a silent prayer under his breath, Michael leaned his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
"Amen." Michael said, as this was all of her prayer he could understand. Then a strange thing happened as he stood there holding the little woman's hands, for after she had offered up her prayer, a serene peace came over her countenance, as a brightness and clarity came to her eyes, her face softening, as every tense muscle in her body relaxed when she let out a deep, cleansing breath, she appeared to grow a little taller, her voice stronger. She looked up at Michael with a sweet, calm expression on her face as the pain and horror, her mind and body had just been forced through, seemed to melt away from her presence and she smiled at him with a great satisfaction and appreciation for her life. For Michael knew, without a doubt, that rapist would have most certainly strangled the life out of her, just to stop her from screaming, but Michael could not abide by that, and so he reacted accordingly.
"I want you to come with me." Felina said as she took his right hand in hers, her left hand trying to keep the table cloth, she was wrapped up in, from falling off. Felina led him down stairs to the basement of the old stone building which was erected in 1879. The cellar was cool, well lit, and well organized, the kegs of beer and shelves of liquor on the right and the walk-in coolers to the left, there was a red velvet couch along the wall, with a little glass coffee table in front of it. There, under the stairs, Felina opened up a little closet were she pulled out two chef's uniforms, she took a regular 'comme' shirt and pants, giving her handsome savior the executive chefs uniform. Michael stood there for brief moment as Felina dropped the cloth covering her well tanned and toned body, to which Michael turned away and Felina laughed, saying "Why are you embarrassed to see me naked, after what you have just witnessed. Go on, turn around."
The two stood back to back as she dressed herself in the clean cotton garments while Michael stripped off his blood splattered tee shirt and now ruined jeans, his favorite 501's, and his Nike's. Michael felt awkward as he slipped into the clothes she provided, never knowing of all the expensive suits and gifts to come his way from the beautiful Felina Sarafina de la Rosa Diaz. As for now she bade him stay and wait down stairs she said "There is plenty to drink down here, or eat, if you can stomach food at a time like this, I will go and summon the officers, when they come I will close this door until they leave, and then you can drive me back to my home." here she embraced Michael tightly, thanking him once more for coming to her rescue, getting on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and with that she walked up the stairs, barefoot, dressed like a kitchen worker, he could hear her on the phone with the police, the panic returning to her voice, caused by seeing the dead body of her attacker in a congealing pool of blood in the middle of the kitchen. Felina stood at the top of the stairs saying "this might take awhile, so get comfortable."
"What will you tell them.., about me?" Michael asked with a troubled voice.
"I will tell them what happened, that a wealthy businessman came to my rescue and he could not afford the publicity for his company and so this man, who saved me, cleaned me up and left when I called the police." Felina said with a serious look adding "Do not worry my friend, this is Buenos Aires, I, and my family, are well respected in this city. I will take care of everything."
Michael was now alone as he heard the sirens approaching the building. He felt nervous, anxious and still in shock, a little, so he quietly went over to the shelves of liquor, where he came upon a case of Johnnie Walker Blue. Michael had completely lost his appetite, slicing a man's throat open will do that to you, so he sat himself down on the comfortable sofa, putting his feet up on the little table as he leaned his head back, taking a few swigs off the brand new, expensive bottle of Scotch Whiskey. Michael tried to listen but he could not decipher what Felina was telling the police as he waited on baited breath in the basement. Michael felt as if what had just occurred was happening to someone else, as if he were in a film, or perhaps this was all a terrible nightmare, perhaps he was still on board the flight to Argentina, maybe he was only dreaming, he wondered. However Michael Cullen knew that what had transpired was all too real and he was more uncertain, now more than ever, of what future would bring, for he could have never foreseen this terrible, twisted turn his life would take, and he knew he was not mistaken, so with knots in his stomach and a silent prayer under his breath, Michael leaned his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
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