Club of Virgins by Pet TorreS

realizes that she remembers him - the Queen of Egypt.
    Larsson TIGER looks up at her and sees her face. Her makeup is extremely extravagant and this makes her almost unrecognizable to him. Her lips are adorned with a blood red lipstick. The mole below her nose is accentuated with eyeliner. Her honey-colored eyes are very expressive with black outlines on the ends.
    Larsson stops walking and watches the young man coming towards him and his bodyguards stop walking behind him, in a curtain effect. They protect his back.
    I hasten my steps and go toward Larsson TIGER.
    I move towards him with despair, defending my cause. My hands touch Larsson's chest, while I assault him, scratching him with my own nails.
    "You wretch!" I shout at him and everyone inside the nightclub stares at us.
    However, Larsson stands still and looks down at his left breast and observes the scratches that I caused on his skin through my wild nails. He raises his head and looks at my face while I'm being held by his two bodyguards.
    His green eyes confront mine and his lips express pleasure as he says staring at me,  “This is exciting!”
    His irony makes me angrier. I try to attack him again.
    "Ordinary! Monster! Fuck you!" I begin to sob. "I trusted you!"
    Larsson keeps his gaze on me and he is paralyzed. I have the audacity to attack him and insult him verbally in front of everyone. That makes him imagine that I am a tigress.
    That excites him even more.
    He lowers his eyes and looks down at the floor, holding an amused smile on his lips, while my tears have no effect over him. However, I keep insulting him verbally, since I am in the power of his bodyguards and I think that my screams and insults are my only weapons of defense at that moment.
    He raises his head and stares back at me as I am kicking at them, trying to get out of their arms.
    "Throw her into the swimming pool! That should cool her down!" Larsson TIGER orders his bodyguards.
    The two men drag me by my arms and take me out of the hall. They walk, continuing to drag me, to the garden of the mansion and then they throw me into a round swimming pool. I go to the bottom and lift my neck above water. I am terrified.
     
    ***
     
    Constancia opens a dark door and leads me into an office with dank lighting. She motions for me to sit on a black chair in front of a dark table. There is an armchair across the table. This seat is facing the dark wall of the office.
    On the wall there is a picture of a tiger, painted in oil.
    Constancia walks to the office door and leaves the place, closing the door again. At that instant, the armchair moves in a circle and stops in front of the table. Larsson TIGER is sitting on it, holding a lit cigarette between his lips.
    I stare at him and my hate for him is obvious. How I wish to get him out of my life.
    "You're calmer?" He asks me, removing his cigarette from his lips.
    He looks up at my hair soaked with water from the swimming pool and my dress is even more glued and heavy on my delicate skin.
    After Larsson's bodyguards took me to the swimming pool they took me to Constancia, at the request of Larsson TIGER.
    "I hate you!" I confess, hitting my tongue against my teeth.
    He smiles ironically at me. "So quickly?" He stares at me with his green eyes. "It is not 'hate' you have shown to me these last few days."
    "I did not really know the monster you are!" I rise from my chair. I lean on the table, hold an ashtray and throw the cigarette ashes into his face. Larsson closes his eyes, trying to protect them from the ashes.
     
    Opening them once again, he stares at me triumphantly and says, "Your hostile behavior just makes me more excited."
    His tongue touches the roof of his mouth while he stares at me. Another wave of anger invades my thoughts. I hold a small sculpture of a tiger on the table and throw it against the wall. The same sculpture explodes into small pieces against the wall and falls to the ground.
    Larsson TIGER rises from his armchair and walks