u15715377901571537790 Gláucio Imada Tamura

After days and days of tension in the office, finally the young realtor Renato was able to take a deserved vacation after all the work in the past months. His destination? A trip with his family from Florianópolis to a farm in Sanclerlândia, Goiás, where his in-laws live. Renato just didn't count that his moments of leisure and rest, from out of the blue would turn into a terrifying nightmare.

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At the edge of a stream, several gunshots moved the air from miles away, scaring a group of birds that, moments before, nested up the tall branches.

“Shut up, fucking bitch, or you’re gonna die!” ordered the thug.

“Please, sir. Don’t kill me!” Implored the kneeled victim.

But he didn’t demonstrate remorse to any of her pleas and remained cold and distant.

“I swear I’ll do whatever you want!” the woman tried to barter for more time, “I have a family. Kids to care for.”

After a sarcastic smile, which was like he told her “I don’t give a shit if you have kids, husband, or whatever!”, the pervert loosened his belt and slowly opened the zipper. He lowered his pants, twirling them from one side to the other, until his big dick jumped out of his underwear. To prove he wasn’t kidding, he cocked the gun and pointed it to her forehead.

“Just give me a little love,” he said gently, “but if you don’t, I’ll shoot your brains off! I’ll leave your body rotting in these waters.”

The woman thought to resist, like last time, which left her body full of bruises and her clothes all in tatters. But gave up right away, because different from before, she noticed that his finger resting over the trigger looked more convincing.

“Come on, bitch, open up your big mouth! What are you waiting for?” he yelled.

At last, despite her repressed cry, screaming inside her chest, the following seconds what until now was soft and floppy started to occupy more and more space between her lips.

“Oh, yeah…” the thug rolled his eyes with pleasure, “don’t stop…”

The world stopped for the woman who at that moment only wanted all to be over quickly. But his intentions were different. While she was satisfying him, he tried to get extra entertainment, by exploring her private parts.

“Tell me,” he asked, “do you suck your husband’s dick?”

But the woman pretended not to listen, keeping her eyes shut, concentrating on the job of satisfying him.

“Cat caught your tongue?” the pervert confronted irritated, “Do you want to die?” he yelled at her and lifted her by the neck choking her.

Tears ran down the woman’s eyes, already dirty with her dark makeup. But when she mentions she wanted to say something, he loosened his tight fingers around her neck.

“I never did this to my husband.” she answered and lowered her gaze, “sir, it is against our religion.”

Since the criminal let her go, the woman went back to her knees to continue what she was doing.

“But tell me something,” he stroked her hair, “excluding the fact that this is against your God, what are you thinking of the experience? Do you like to suck my dick? You can tell me the truth; I am not going to judge.” He teased.

She didn’t answer right away, therefore she received a strong slap in her ear “slap!”.

When she lifted her aching face and while weeping, she moaned two things. The first was “yes” and the second was “because now I am your little bitch”.

The guy brimmed with satisfaction in a way that that “yes” and her “because now I am your little bitch”, made him go crazy.

“I am almost coming, bitch! Don’t stop! Suck it stronger!” after a while, the bandit moaned. And hearing this, the woman tried to move away a little to avoid the cum, but without a break, the criminal pointed the gun back to the center of her forehead.

“Oh,” he complained, “so my little doll doesn’t like to drink milk, is that right?”

The woman had no reaction and right after the bandit grabbed her by the hair and forced her to suck him until everything was finished.

Seconds later, far away from the shore of that same stream, the sound of gunshots could be heard from that same stream being mixed up with the moaning sounds, which ended up driving away all the birds that moments before were nesting in the branches of the highest trees.


After six months of exhausting hard work and involved in several negotiations, meetings till late at night with extensive calls, Renato was able to close a deal that he considered the biggest real estate transaction he’s ever done. And to celebrate this achievement – which provided him a fat commission of more than 100 thousand reais already available in his account –, the young realtor picked up her young wife and his seven-year-old daughter and went to rest in a farm in the countryside of Goiás, where some of his wife’s family members lived.

During the trip – to the sound of “Sunday Bloody Sunday” from U2 a famous Irish band –, Renato remained with his eyes fixed on the highway, while the black Dodge RAM’s motor roared. Every other time Renato would turn around to enjoy the happiness of his daughter Laura which he could also see on his wife Lily's beautiful face, who during the trip struck his blond hair, while hers flew free with the wind.

“I was thinking, my love,” Renato said to his wife while adjusting his aviator style sunglasses, “we really deserved a rest like this one, right? How long has it been since we’ve taken a vacation? A couple of years?” he commented.

While this, on the horizon, almost scratching the clouds, a small cluster of shiny lights soon denounced that there was a police checkpoint a couple of miles front. Minutes later, after the police officer waved them to stop, Renato entered the emergency stopping lane, lowered the window, and turned off the truck’s engine.

“Afternoon,” said the police officer with a serious face, “driver’s license and registration, please?”

“Oh, yes. Let me get them.”

Renato gave the documents to the officer, who checked them and returned these to Renato’s hands. The officer adjusted his hat and started to walk around the truck looking inside the windows.

“Where are you going?” The officer asked.

“We are going to visit some family at Goias, Sanclerlandia.”

Laura sat in the back and had her eyes fixed at the policeman that every other time adjusted his police belt full of tools.

“Mr. Renato, the reason for this checkpoint is to capture a dangerous delinquent that recently escaped from prison with two other criminals in Girassol district, Cocalzinho city, Goias.” He revealed with a worried face.

“Who?” Lily questioned.

“Matias.” Answered the officer in dismay, “Don’t you guys watch TV?”

“My husband does,” Lily said embarrassed, “sincerely I am not a big fan of bad news, Mr. Officer.”

Renato remembered seeing it in the news. “But the journalist said Matias was hidden around Brasilia. How could he had had enough time for him to get here, Mr. officer? We are more than a hundred eighty miles away from there anyway.”

The policeman explained, “We are not sure, Mr. Renato. Everything is possible. Not to say that our investigators think there is a great chance that he might have approached a driver and hit the road.” The officer hurried to finish the conversation since the line of cars grew behind the Dodge RAM, “Stay alert.” he said walking away, “Matias is a very dangerous man. If you suspect anything don’t hesitate to call the police, okay?”


Back to the highway...

“I’m worried about what the officer said, my love.” Lily confessed to Renato while little by little the police checkpoint stayed behind through the truck’s rearview mirror.

Renato turned to his wife and pulled her with his right hand and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t worry, dear.” he said. From the rearview mirror he also noticed that his daughter seemed a little shaken after what she had heard, “By the way, - the two of you.” he added looking at Laura through the mirror, “I promise I’ll never let anything bad ever happen to any of you!”

Right after the Legiao Urbana’s “Eduardo e Monica” song started to play on the radio. Laura – like her parents – was a fan of the Brazilian band. She unbuckled her seatbelt and stretched her little arm to increase the volume. It was only after the song filled the air with its happy tones that the family was able to relax, and they all started singing the lyrics together.

“Who one day would ever say that there isn’t a reason to the things done by the heart? Who would ever say that there isn’t a reason? …”


At the farm...

To see your loved ones after a time apart is everything, isn’t it? And that was true to Laura that, for three straight years, haven’t seen good old Grampa Bento.

“Grampa!” Screamed the grandchild as soon as she saw the old man opening the large gate.

With a straw hat on his head, barefoot and shirtless, Grampa Bento hurried to open his limp arms to receive his granddaughter’s big hug, which came running towards him after jumping off the truck.

“My God, you grew Laura!” observed grandpa picking her up.

Lily got out of the truck right after and hugged her dad.

“Bless me, father!”

“God bless you, Lily! It is so good to see you here! Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?”

“We wanted to surprise you, pa.” Lily said, “Speaking of surprise, where is ma?”

“Yeah gramps,” Laura intervened livelily, “where’s grams?”

He took his hat off to scratch his head and said, “I might have an idea of where your grams might be.”

Bento kissed little Laura's forehead and placed her on the floor slowly and waved to his son-in-law that soon after lowered the window of the truck to greet him.

“Renato, you can go ahead into the house, and we’ll see each other in a bit, ok? Yuri might be talking with the housekeeper.” The father-in-law oriented, “Me, Lily and little Laura here will go to the pen to surprise grams”

Renato stepped lightly on the truck’s accelerator and went zigzagging down the gravel street that snaked for half a mile from the gate to the simple, but comfortable, house built by Bento’s own hands. After passing by many eucalyptuses plants, Renato parked the vehicle next to the porch.

In the meantime, Lily, Laura, and Mr. Bento went down another way.

“How are things back home in Florianopolis, honey?” he asked his daughter, “got used to the city living already?”

“It’s getting easier with time, daddy.” she answered with a grin. “Laura is in a good school and Renato even had the opportunity to open his own real estate business.”

“That is great, honey!”


The view from the mountain top and the natural beauty in the valley formed a kind of a private paradise with more than 200 acres of land for growing crops, cattle breeding, and a forest reserve that seem to have no end. Being able to enjoy moments there - where Lily spent her childhood and part of her teenage years - was really an invitation to rest and leisure.

The ranch was distributed as such: about a three hundred yards of the main house was the cow’s barn, the hen's pen was a couple of feet away from it and finally, the pigpen was built on a hill bellow the hen's pen at the edge of a fruit farm filled with tropical fruits.

River Negro’s shore passed a couple of feet away from the fruit farm, and at its shore was a small water pump, which was very noisy. Every other time it pumped water from the river and distributed it to the main house, to the housekeeper’s home as well as to the two water tanks used for farming fish.

Agata — Lily’s mother — bent over the nests clearing the hens out of the way while picking up the eggs, when all of a sudden, her grandchild hugged her from behind and covered her eyes. “Guess who, grams?” She said

Lily arrived with her dad and laughed at her daughter’s innocence. Mrs. Agata, after playing with her grandchild saying something like “I have no idea who it is.” got up and looked at Laura with widened eyes, pretending surprised it was her. She brought Laura into a big hug and squished her cheeks with many kisses.

“Where is Renato, Lily?” asked Mrs. Agata after kissing her.

“He’s down at the house already, dear.” said Mr. Bento while shooing some black flies that wouldn’t stop bothering him.

After looking at her watch, Mrs. Agata lowered her granddaughter to the floor. “Oh my God, Lily! It’s past ten o’clock! If I knew you were coming I could have bought some things for a nice lunch.”

“Don’t worry, ma.” Lily comforted her. “We miss your simple cooking. Besides, we are not so hungry anyway, we ate before we got here.”

Meanwhile, Laura turned her back to her mother and gazed at her grandma with hazel eyes. “I didn’t eat anything my way here, grams. And now, I am hungry!” she protested.


Yuri heard Renato’s potent Dodge RAM engine approaching and ran uphill to greet him. Rafaela, Yuri’s girlfriend, was spending her college vacations at the farm.

“Damn man,” Yuri greeted him with a tight hug, “long time no see, huh?”

“I know, right? I’ve been working like crazy!” he said, “the real estate market in Florianopolis has grown a lot lately.”

Yuri’s girlfriend showed up giving him a pinch on his rib cage.

“Oh, yes. I almost forgot,” Yuri said whining because of the pinch, “Renato, let me introduce you. This is Rafaela, my girlfriend.”

To be continued...

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Gláucio Imada Tamura Eu sou um contista nipo-brasileiro que se dedica a escrever sobre temas relacionados ao drama, horror, terror, suspense, mistério, às vezes somando tudo isso com boas doses de humor. *** Ebooks a venda no Google Play***

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