Chapter 3: Rising Action
A shattering crash shook the otherwise peaceful silence, like an earthquake splitting the earth. Eva whirled around, experiencing a disorienting jumble of outrage, fear, and disgusted betrayal. Her gaze landed upon her husband, Laurent, who slumped limply in the chair, blood streaming down his swollen face.
Eva gasped, senses reeling like an alarmed sea, desperate to regain control as part of Mustafa's cruel apparatus bore its ugly message home. Her eyes shot accusingly to Laurent, but guilt was like leaden weights dragging him down.
Instead of finding the courage to defend Eva, he was defeated, his cowardice painted across his beaten visage.
Mustafa allowed himself to bask in the power he held over both of them: Eva's trembling body, eyes huge in terror, and her spineless lover huddled silently in his corner. It was the ultimate victory, and Mustafa knew that these next moments could prove to be some of the most memorable of his misbegotten existence.
"Look," Eva stammered urgently, the words barely above a whisper. "This doesn't need to happen.
I can give you money; whatever you need. But please, just let us go," Eva begged.
Mustafa's smile, sly and sinister, crept wider as he savored Eva's turmoil, her growing sense of desperate panic. "You don't understand," he said in a deceptively calm voice. "I don't want your money. I want you, all of you, body and soul. I've seen the way you move, the way you make love to the screen.
Your golden curves and captivating eyes -- I know that I could have you, dammit. And I will.
Eva twisted away from Mustafa's grasp, her legs shaking underneath her as she tried to maintain her composure. "You have no idea what you're talking about," she spat angrily, disgust coating her every word.
But Mustafa didn't let up. He reached out with a calloused hand, grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her closer.
Eva slapped Mustafa in the face. She did more than Laurent has done to stop this, as he’s just taking