I piece from my walks that Domino is very connected with the FBI, but there is a hidden enemy on the mountain lurking about, searching for him. This is why he is very meticulous. They failed to locate him in the village, but they are somewhere at the base of the mountain preparing to finally catch him. Who is this enemy?
Two gives in and tells me that it has been nineteen months since I was taken. I hide my shock. A year and a half. I have been planning, working, allowing so much torment, allowing so much gripe, so much injury, and it has been a year and a half.
I look at myself and can’t believe it. How can time fly by so quickly? A fact that breaks my heart but I thank him for whispering happy birthday.
In that moment, I worry what my escape will do for all these people trapped under Domino’s iron fist. What will he do to them if he discovers how I left?
They are all innocent victims just as much as I am and it feels selfish to leave them behind. Yet, it is unlikely I will be able to do anything. I’m not a hero. It’s taken me nineteen months to get where I am and that is no easy feat, it felt impossible at so many points along the way.
What if I kill Domino? Wouldn’t that fix everything? Seriously, am I five? Evil is not one person and evil cannot be stopped. It’s like energy, it continuously changes from one form to another.
Killing Domino will not save these people, although it would make me feel so much better. I’m not ashamed for hating him enough to gruesomely murder him, but it will not save anyone. Another Domino would rise up and he would probably be worse than the first one, since there is no Domino to keep that second one in place.
I wish I could help them, but I can’t. This isn’t a fantasy where someone gets saved. I hope that if I’m able to escape, it gives them the push they need to leave, too.
In a fortunate twist of events, I make the revelation that the enemy at the base of the mountain is not one of Domino’s. It is Jessie’s enemy. She is the one who rarely leaves and the one who has spies throughout the village. Domino doesn’t need protection from anyone since he has enough money, power and connections to do whatever he wants.
I think this enemy is a government intelligence agency, a British one based off of Jessie’s dialect. Would they help me if I somehow find a way down this mountain? How would I know where they are?
After one of Domino’s serial pleasure sessions, I am injured with the type of injury that Domino can’t ignore and I can’t hide. Jessie zaps me several times to knock me out for the doctor’s visit.
I wake up with burning invisible flames engulfing my body to find a bandage on my inner thigh. Domino gives me a week to recover from pleasing him, but I still have to prepare meals for him, undressed.
This sickening beast will never cease to surprise me. He hurts me, in more ways than any one person should be hurt, but still requires me to amuse him while cooking for him and everyone else, then clean up after it, then still amuse him some more. It takes strength to not look over to the door when he asks me to do the unthinkable. It takes strength not to think about leaving when he will be on top of me relieving his deranged fantasies. It takes strength to hide everything I know and bury it so that my unconscious mind and body don’t betray me.
With every night, comes sorrow. When I have a glimmer of hope that tonight would be the night to run, something always comes up, and I fear failure and its consequences.