The first appointment left indelible trace on his skin, but there is going to be another appointment, at which he couldn’t escape and she that doesn’t want to give up. The selected location is an apartment block on a mountain pass. No one has to see or hear. Nobody has to know and everything can become possible. The roots of evil come out of the dark underground and turn into reality.



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The pleasure and cruelty – «The roots of evil»

Even more madness in this story … but it’s so appealing!

A madness that you feel, you live, and you don’t want to let it go.

The alienation has different tendencies, but in this book, in this extraordinary story out of the ordinary, the author takes us into a world where everything seems possible, where there is no longer any law, any rule, and where the desire of living and feeling his adventure, pushes him to transgress any prohibition.

This long descent into hell keeps us in suspense from beginning to end.

Once again, my feeling in reading this other new book of the author, is that nothing and nobody can change the trajectory of this man eager for new sensations, increasingly strong and more intense and go all the way to his story once again at the risk of his life.

This is something innate in him, a decision evaluated, because more than ever he needs to live and nothing can stop it, even if today it would seem that the student surpasses the teacher.

This is what she thinks and loudly proclaims, but it’s her vision, and no one will ever really know if one outweighs the other.

Everyone perceives and interprets in its own way.

Both characters are swallowed by the same desire to push even further their limitations, towards an inevitable hell which tends them its arms, in this madness without continuity solution that they live, and that threatens at any time to catapult them to a point of no return.

These are the feelings that are felt in reading this book, of which only the author really knows the innermost mechanisms.

A book that makes us cringe, fascinates us, embraces us and binds us to this story, until you have reached the last page, where the demon lights up his second cigarette.

Aloma Vaxelaire

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– You're kidding right?

– Not at all, I have a strong desire to see how it delves deep into the meat and fry.

– I will use it on you.

The mere thought that she really wanted do something like that, crawled my skin and waked an anger that I kept dormant until that moment, and I realized that if I had not stopped this trend, I'd slipped into a black hole from which there is no more exit.  

– Laura don't even think about it, don't try it with me.

– I'm not stupid up to this point and you cannot do it.

With a single gesture she swept away the coffee cups, making them fly away and leaned toward me, with lightning in his eyes that had become very small and bad.

– You cannot stop me and you know it right?

– I can do anything on you, and I'll have to tie you very well because the acid burns more than the fire, but I'll be good and I will use a dropper if I you will not create problems and you'll be quiet.

– No!

– Okay, whatever you say...

She stood up apparently calmed down, heading for the door, but passing in front of the drawers of dishes, with lightning speed, she opened the one with the knives and grabbed one not very big but pointed.

In a moment she was close to me and me, still sitting and stuck between the table and the furniture that was to the side.

Chapter 6

Madness

I crossed my arms in front of me, in an instinctive gesture, to cover me from that threat, but it was the matter of a second and the blade pierced my arm and immediately she turned away from me.

It was not a deep wound, but blood came out and I stood up.

I was not scared but shocked, stunned by what was happening and went toward her to remove that knife from her hands.

She backed up to the drawer and pulled out another knife, bigger than the one she had in her hand and walked up to me holding the blade.

– Take it.

I took it without thinking about it and I was completely disoriented.

– Roberto, you have only one chance now.

– You can kill me, or I kill you now, or I'll kill you later if you will not do what I want, and stay assured that I don't care about what could happen and in any case it would be self-defense.

– Think about it, given your age, anyone would believe me, and there are your fingerprints on the knife.

– You do not have choices, decide now and maybe you can kill me and it's the only way you can stop me, but know this ... I will not give up on what I want.

– I could have go on holiday with my friends and have fun and instead I come all the way here but not to play, and you're mine completely, or anyone else.

I looked at the knife in my hand and that I let hang down at my side, and I felt caught in the throat with dismay, as if I had just committed a terrible crime and I found myself in a nightmare from which I wanted to wake up.

The blood had slipped down my arm and had wet my hand and the knife blade from the tip of which fell a few drop of blood.

Laura put the knife on the counter and took off her shirt slamming it on the floor, to step on it with fury.

– You are mine, as this shirt that I bought and that I can step on, tear burn, destroy and throw it in the trash if I want to do it.

She was not wearing a bra, her face contorted, angry and she looked like a beast out of control.

– Make up your mind right away, I have no time, I have no more time, one of us will come out of here, and I'm not afraid to die, but I'm faster than you.

She approached me.

– Kill me.

I really had no choice and I had no intention to kill her, even if it was possible and it was highly unlikely.

It was a thought that still does not cross my mind and I never wanted to, I could have killed her and what I felt was disorientation, perhaps anger, but do not hate, and I realized that she had won.

I dropped the knife.

She squeezed my wrist, dirtying the hand of blood, then she wiped it on her breasts, and she did it several times, and meanwhile the wound had stopped bleeding.

We stood for a while motionless and without speaking, looking into each other’s eyes.

She was breathing heavily, as if she had been running at breakneck speed, but she slowly calmed down and finally threw away the knife.

I had violent convulsive tics that stuck up my lips, but suddenly she smiled and said – sit down – and came and sat astride on my legs and it seemed impossible that she could transform in an instant.

Now she was smiling, cheerful and bright.

I was wondering which one was the real Laura, if ever there was one.

Perhaps she was only a skilled comedian!

– Tell me how much you love me.

– Tell me how much you desire me.

She wasn't interested in the answer.

– Can I use the acid on you?

– Yes.

I was tired, exhausted.