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Revision: October, 2013
Title: Tiger’s Obsession
Author: Pet Torres
Original title: Obsessão do Tigre
Translation: (2013) Pet Torres books
Electronics edition: (2013) Pet Torres books
Acknowledgments
To my dear readers
The Florence and the machine band
I got enthusiastic about its music.
“I do not consider myself a writer; I'm just a person trying to express my sensibility and fantasy onto the paper through my writing.”
PET TORRES
It seems though, that the Tiger's obsession tries to overcome the true affection between two people.
Tiger's Obsession, Pet Torres
Synopsis
Emily is a young woman who becomes payment for her own uncle’s debt.
One night, the girl is abandoned by the roadside.
Larsson Tiger, a young man who is obsessed with tigers, finds her sitting on the curb and takes her to his luxurious mansion.
Emily is grateful to this man and gradually she begins to immerse herself into the world of Tiger's obsession.
Chapter 1
"I will take your niece with me as payment." ~Cesar says.
July 9, 2013
From my bedroom I can clearly hear the thud on the front door. Someone seems to want desperately to enter into the house. However, I remain lying in my humble bed.
My room's lights are out and I see a reflection of light coming from under the door. Then I hear the soft patter of footsteps going toward the front door. Soon after, I hear my uncle’s voice.
"Cesar! What are you doing here at this time of night?"
My uncle is a man who is nearly sixty years of age. He has gray hair, ruddy skin and his eyes are nut-brown. He is wearing a worn pajama and rubber slippers.
"I came to collect what you owe me from three months ago," a man with a strange voice says to him. "Your time is over."
"But Cesar, I do not have that money right now."
"That’s your problem you bastard of an old man!"
I lift my head from my pillow when I realize that the conversation is becoming tense. My uncle tries to appeal to the man in the hope that he will give him some more time.
"Please, Cesar! Give me a bit more time!"
"Enough Donato! I will not give you any more time! I also pay bills and I need that money!"
"Where will I get five thousand dollars?" Donato asks as he stares at the living room ceiling and his despair is such that it seems to almost perforate the white lining of the roof.
"Find a way! After all you are old but not dead!"
Cesar looks at my uncle and pulls out a silver pistol from his waist. My uncle looks terrified to see that gun being pointed at him.
"Cesar, don’t it! I'll pay you! I swear!"
"Shut up you bastard old man!"
"Cesar, do not kill me!"
The words 'kill me' take me out of my bed. I throw my blanket to the side and sit on the edge of my bed. Then I get up frightened and run towards my door, however, the door is still closed and I fight against my despair to open it before it's too late.
When I find myself out of my own bedroom, I run through the hallway and stop in the middle of the living room, where my uncle and a moneylender are standing.
At that moment, my uncle turns back and looks at me. Immediately after that, the strange man looks in my direction also.
"What is going on here?" I ask them, trying to become calmer and repress the weakness I can feel in my legs.
I stare at my uncle's frightened, pale face and after that I stare at the dark brown haired man with brown eyes and pale skin.
He seems a man of about thirty-seven years. However, his appearance does not hold my attention for too long as my startled eyes look over him, because my look stops just at the sight of his silver pistol.
The moneylender runs his eagle eyes up and down my body, starting from the bottom up, and then he realizes that I'm barefoot with my loose and tousled hair. But his main aim is my silhouette under my cotton nightgown with prints of small flowers.
"Who’s she?" Cesar asks my uncle while his eyes still watch me with interest.
"She is my niece."
"Your niece?!" He stares at me while his mind seems to be working faster than his gaze on me.
I look at my uncle and I come back to look again at this guy as he is standing in front of us, holding a highly dangerous firearm.
"I will take your niece with me as payment." He says and approaches me. However, I realize that my uncle agrees with his proposal as he remains motionless in his posture.
"Uncle! What is going on here?"
I ask him as I look surprised and scared at the same time when I realize that I will be used to pay his debt.
The man then moves closer to me and grabs me by the arm holding on firmly. He then drags me with him but I try to move my body in the opposite direction to him in a vain attempt not to go with that strange man.
"Uncle, do something!" I cry at him while I'm being taken towards the front door.
All I hear from my uncle is,
"I’M SORRY EMILY."
Cesar stops walking at the front door, turns back and says to my uncle, "Your debt is now repaid."
I look down at the floor and close my eyes tightly. My tears begin to fall. I do not believe that my own uncle has traded me as a commodity with no value, in his debt with a stranger. This, after all the things I have done for him after the death of his wife, who was my aunt.
So Cesar pulls me with brutality and walks me by the arm to his silver car. He lowers his pistol and opens the car’s back door. He then throws me into the back seat.
"Stay quiet or I will be forced to shut you up with my sweet shooting pistol."
I look down at his right hand holding his gun and I decide to keep my silence in favor of my own life.
In that moment that's all I can do.
Chapter 2
“You stay quiet here. I'm going to resolve a personal matter and won’t be long.”
~Cesar says.
“You stay quiet here. I'm going to resolve a personal matter
and won’t be long,” Cesar says to me while he opens the bathroom door and closes it quickly, leaving me imprisoned in his bathroom.
I begin to feel desperate again when I find myself a prisoner in an unknown place. I gaze down at a water-closet, a shower and a white washbasin. This is the bathroom of his leisure area, that's just it.
Then, I kneel down on his bathroom floor and try to gaze under the bathroom door. However, the only thing I can see is green carpet the colour of grass. Then I listen to a noise that sounds like that of an engine going far-off. It is likely Cesar is going away.
Chapter 3
"No, I just think that 'dating' is an engagement and not 'fun'."
~Emily says.
Cesar throws me onto the back seat of his car again. He turns on his silver car’s engine and we drive to a deserted road. There are no cars coming behind us.
He nervously moves his steering wheel. I look back in the direction of the rear windshield and see only darkness.
He parks his car at the side of the road. Cesar quickly opens the car door, gets out and walks beside his vehicle. Then he opens the back door and pulls me out of his automobile.
"On second thought, you are of no use to me!" He says looking at my face and throws me down by the side of the road. I fall, sitting on the floor and mumble when I feel like my knees are wounded.
A great fear seems to invade my chest when I look around and see nothing but darkness. Cesar's car moves forward and at this moment I am alone, I'm helpless and also abandoned on a road which is completely deserted.
My hands are resting on the dark gray cement of the curb. Tears come down easily from my eyes as I ask myself in silence, "What did I do to deserve all this?"
I've always been such a good person throughout my life. I've always been obedient, helpful and polite. I never had the courage to do harm to a cockroach and now someone is doing a terrible thing to me - a moneylender who came into the world to collect debts from innocents.
My thoughts are interrupted when I see the headlights of a dark car approaching me. This same vehicle stops further on. It is a new Opal.
Someone opens the backdoor of the car and gets out cautiously. I keep my head down and my long dark hair is hiding all of my face.
The footsteps of someone’s shoes are quiet and within a short time he stops in front of me. On my shoulders I feel two hands come down and at this moment I am lifted up. My eyes move over his black shoes, dark jeans, a black overcoat and a defined and ruddy chest which is partially uncovered.
The pure gold of his necklace shines intensely before my eyes. There is a gold pendant in the shape of a tiger face hanging on it.
When I finally lift up my head, I see the color of his eyes. They are a water pool green. His hair is black, straight and the length is up to his shoulders. His skin is rosy.
He looks intently into my honey colored eyes and his lips express surprise at me as they part slightly. I realize that his eyes quickly go through the shape of my face, my eyes, my lips and a dark spot I have below my nose on the right side.
"Are you alone?" He finally asks me with his hoarse voice. There is a hint of concern in it.
I nod my head and look down at the ground again.
"I will take you home."
Carefully, he walks behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders. I am guided by my shoulders towards his dark car. He opens the backdoor of the car and gently prompts me to get into it with the courteous movements of his hands.
The car door is closed at my right and immediately the car door to my left is opened and he enters too.
"Let's go to my house!" He orders his driver.
I keep my head down but the great fear in me is insistent, especially when I hear that we're going to his house. Then I think that I have no idea where I am being taken. I do not know what awaits me there. After all, I am not familiar with this man. I don’t know anything about him.
Is he married? Does he have a wife and children? Is he single and perhaps lives with his parents or does he live alone?
Why would he want to take me to his home?
He did not even ask me if I have a home or family.
I look to the side to my left when I feel his hand touching my shoulder again.
“Take it easy! I will not do you any harm."
I slowly lift my head up and try to look at his face but he's already looking ahead as he keeps his eyes on his driver.
I feel my left shoulder becoming lighter when he removes his hand from me. After that, I look at the tinted glass of his car window to my left. Even though it is tinted I am still able to see dark shadows across it.
The car seems to be going over a hundred miles per hour.
"What’s a girl like you doing sitting on the edge of the road at this time of night?"
He looks at his wristwatch; it's after midnight.
I look to my left again and I face him. His face is friendly and I see that there is concern and tension on his face. But the green color in his eyes clash immediately with the honey tonality in my eyes and we both automatically glance in other direction to the tinted windows beside us.
Silence answers his question and shuts him up again.
His driver continues to drive the car and every so often he lifts his head to the rear-view mirror in an attempt to get a better look at me.
The man at my side, in a black overcoat, supports his left elbow against the closed glass of his window and his hand touches his lips. His neck however, remains steady as he gazes steadily forward.
"What's your name?" He asks me and glances quickly to his right trying to look at my face.
"Emily."
My voice comes out almost in a whisper and he frowns as he strains to hear me better.
“Hello, Emily." Our eyes meet again. "I'm Larsson TIGER."
Tiger. His surname sounds so intense and influential.
"Thanks, Mr. Tiger," I say to him.
He smiles slightly. "Please, just call me Larsson."
I shrug my shoulders and redden at his request. I'm afraid that I may have offended him by calling him 'Mr'.
***
Finally his dark Opal parks in front of a mansion. The driver, in his dark uniform, gets out of the car and opens the backdoor for his boss and then he runs and opens the backdoor for me. We get out of the car and I stand staring at the big mansion.
It is a huge two-story house. Its walls are painted with white and covered with climbing plants. In front of the house there is a small white round staircase. Huge sculptures of tigers and white flowerpots adorn the sides of the stairs and the house.
There is a huge garden surrounding the house with several coconut palm trees but my attention is held by a lake with dark green water.
I have never seen a mansion before and this mansion is extremely beautiful.
"Come on!" He says staring intently into my eyes, raising his arm for me to walk in front.
The driver gets into the car and parks it in the garage.
Larsson and I cross the front porch of the house. He opens the huge wooden door in front of us and I can see part of the house’s interior.
We walk to one of the living rooms. There is a glass wall through which we can see the outside of the house, a fabulous garden and a swimming pool with blue water. In the middle of the wall there is a magnificent fireplace.
Further on, there are two sofas in an ivory hue; one facing the other. Between the two couches there is a huge carpet that seems to be a tiger skin imitation. On the walls there are dozens of frames with oil paintings. All of them are paintings of tigers. It seems that Larsson might be obsessed with tigers.
A gray-haired lady in dark clothes appears in front of us. She keeps her hands behind her back all the time.
"Mr. Larsson," she says formally.
"Olinda, draw a bath for this young woman."
He looks at me from the bottom up and he realizes how much I'm in need of a bath and clean clothes. After all, I'm barefoot and still in my
cotton nightgown printed with small flowers.
"Ah, and provide clean clothes too!" He adds.
"For her?" The gray-haired lady asks him with her eyes open wide. "But Mr. Larsson, we do not have women's clothing in the house."
Larsson is practical and gazes at me. "Would you be angry if you had to wear a bath robe?"
I shake my head, informing him that 'no' I wouldn’t.
"Great!" He murmurs.
***
Mrs. Olinda leads me to the bathroom. She opens the bathroom door and leaves me in there. Then she closes the white door again. I walk to the round bathtub. There are some small lamps lit on it and I see rose petals in the transparent water.
The walls are adorned with caramel glazed tiles. By the side of the bathtub I see a white bath robe hanging on a hook.
My fingers lightly touch the water and I feel that it is moderately warm. That gives me the courage to start getting rid of my nightgown and also my cotton panties. I then walk into the bath and sit in it. The water comes up to the height of my shoulders.
Finally, I start to scrub myself while I remember the turbulent night that I've had. First, I am delivered to a man I have never seen in my life as a way to settle a debt for my uncle. Within a short time, I am helped by another man on the roadside, who seems to be an angel all in black.
Now I'm in his residence, enjoying a bath in a luxurious bathtub. I have never seen a bathtub before in my life, except in photos. I stop rubbing my own skin when something crosses my mind.