Carlos picked up the phone and spoke to someone in his own language. The official language used on the island was Spanish, and Sera understood a few words, but she understood nothing of the ancient language that Carlos was speaking now. As she went to sit in one of the chairs, he stopped her and pulled her down on the sofa next to him. She started to drink her champagne, hoping it would calm her nerves.
"We're leaving in about half an hour," he said, when he had put the phone down. "Just in case you were thinking of asking anyone for help, no one can help you. They might be a bit pissed off at me but they can't stop me. And believe me babe if you make anyone pissed off at me, I'm going to be even more pissed off at you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good." He picked up a remote control and the cd player turned on. "Do you want a cigarette?"
"No thanks, I don't smoke."
"More champagne?"
"No." She was shaking, afraid of what he might do.
"Look babe, you might as well relax until after dinner. I'm getting myself another drink, do you want one or not?"
"A soft drink if you have one, lemon or something. Thanks."
He left the room and she finally relaxed. She felt so confused by what had happened to her, and by her own reactions. She had enjoyed his kisses, even though they were hardly the gentle romantic kisses she had imagined she would share one day with someone who loved and respected her. But what really made her feel ashamed was that if she had not been attracted to Carlos, even his threats wouldn't have been enough to make her give him oral sex. She hadn't wanted to do it, not the first time anyway, but she'd done it because to her, he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. And the second time she had done it, there was something exciting about being able to give pleasure to such a good looking man. The strange thing was that the thought of giving oral sex to anyone apart from Carlos still disgusted her.
He returned with her glass of lemonade. "What are you thinking babe, you were miles away."
She was too embarrassed to tell him. "I was thinking about my family, I miss them."
"Well you'll see them soon enough if you do what I want." He sat on the sofa next to her and put his arm round her, feeling her tense up as soon as he touched her. "Sera, I told you to relax."
"I'm sorry. I thought you weren't going to make me do anything until we got back. I can't relax if I don't know what's going to happen." Her voice shook and she looked down at the floor. "I can't help being scared when you touch me, please don't be angry."
"Sera, look at me." Reluctantly, her eyes met his and he reached out and stroked her face gently. "You are so beautiful and you don't even know it. When I'm with you I want to touch you so you might as well get used to it. You don't have to be scared; all you have to do is let me do what I want, act like you want it and not try to stop me. I don't expect anything else until we get back. Ok?"
"Yes."
At first she only responded because she knew she had to, but then she realised how much she needed the comfort of being held, and instinctively cuddled up to him. She felt almost disappointed when the bell rang on the intercom. "I wish we had more time," he said as he went to answer the door. "You turn me on so much; I can't wait to get you back"
Sera realised that she was almost looking forward to it too now she was sure that she wouldn't have to have sex with him. If only she could stop being so scared of him.
Carlos returned, with one of the men who Sera recognised as having been at the taverna earlier. He too had long dark hair and a similar bone structure to Carlos, but was younger, maybe her age. His eyes were green and whereas Carlos looked dangerous, the younger man had a friendly smile. He held his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Angel" he said, pronouncing it the English way. "You must be Sera, I saw you earlier."
"Hi Angel, nice to meet you." Sera usually felt shy around new people but there was something about Angel's warm smile that reassured her. She looked from Angel to Carlos and back again. "Are you...?"
"Brothers, worse luck" said Angel. "Bloody moody bastard he is."
"Shut up," said Carlos, but he was looking amused. Sera hoped that he would sit in the front, but instead he got in the back with her. As she thought, he did not waste the opportunity. Almost as soon as Angel started driving, Sera felt Carlos touching her bare leg, his hand moving up under her skirt. She could not help a soft moan of distress.
Angel heard her and sighed. What the hell was his brother doing? He knew why Carlos was such an angry person, but to take it out on this girl who seemed so sweet wasn't like him at all.
"What's going on?" he asked Carlos in their own language.
"Nothing that's any of your business" replied Carlos.
"She seems a really nice girl. I can't believe what John said about her."
"What was that?"
"He reckons she knew all about him spying and wasn't bothered."
"Really? That's interesting." Carlos smiled. Angel had just given him an idea how he could keep Sera for longer. When Angel stopped in a run down area of town, Carlos took out his mobile phone, the first one Sera had seen since she arrived at the island, and called the interrogation centre. "Have the rest of Sera's things brought to my house, put them in the room next to mine," he said.
Sera wondered how she could encourage Carlos to talk, There seemed to be a lot of anger in him, most of which seemed to be directed at her. She was curious about him and at the same time she wondered if talking to her would make him less angry and more willing to let her go. "Angel seems nice" she said. "Are you close?"
"Yeah, my dad was away a lot when I was growing up. My brother and sister are younger than me so I felt I had to look after them and my mum."
"It must have been difficult."
He laughed bitterly. "Babe, you have no idea."
Angel returned with a hard looking blonde, who smiled at Carlos and gave Sera a dismissive look.
