A Coffe to the Past: A Paranormal Romance Friends to Lover novel by Stefania Gil

Author:Stefania Gil [Gil, Stefania]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

XII

Most detainees who came to the prison where like him, sometimes they shared a cell with him, but no one knew what they were accused of or of any evidence against them. They didn’t even know the witnesses that charged them.

Juan Carlos began to learn things that seemed to extend his life. He didn’t know if it was good or bad, but at least he had to try. It had been a few weeks since the inquisitors took him and his brother, whom he never saw again.

He spent a few weeks without sunlight, or clean fresh air.

He was kept underground in a building full of long and narrow corridors, lit by torches and always guarded by guards.

The first few days were a real hell inside the cell. It was almost impossible to breathe the heavy, foul air. About twenty people remained locked in and everyone urinated and defecated there.

They vomited, too. Just like Juan Carlos did for two days in a row. The nausea produced the foul odor. Above all, once a day when they brought a piece of bread with a little water, the bread sometimes fell on the ground because of the abrupt and humiliating way in which the guards fed them. However, their hunger was so great that, it didn’t matter if the bread had fallen into a pool of pee or shit, the prisoners took it and ate it.

It took Juan Carlos a while to get used to that.

He had to start eating something so his cellmates would not realize that even though he had not eaten for a long time, his body looked as good as if he had been feeding on beef instead of bread.

When Juan C. began to notice that some of them spoke in secret, especially leaving him out of the conversation, he decided to start eating bread even if it was full of shit.

It was either that or he would go directly to a torture room, which he had been spared since he entered the prison. Surely his cellmates-to save their own skin-would accuse him of being a true heretic. The last thing Juan Carlos needed at the moment was for a cellmate to add more fuel to the bonfire in which he was convinced that, eventually, would end up burned on.

***

Isabel was wrapped in her multicolored woolen poncho, sitting on a corner of the large sofa in the living room, hugging her knees. Her head was bursting from hearing the beginning of a story that promised to be too cruel for her. The amount of caffeine in her body would not allow her to even think of sleeping tonight but she had to try because if she didn’t sleep, she would go crazy.

It was a couple of hours before the sunrise.

Carlota was in the kitchen recharging the coffeepot, Edward was helping her. She could not take her eyes off Juan Carlos.

Poor man. How much he must have suffered.

She felt her heart shrink. Not for Juan Carlos, no. This time, it was for Luke.

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