12-21-2014, 01:22 PM
Ricky was sad as Jacinda left. Not because she left, but because of Marta. The poor girl was scared to death and he wanted nothing more than to help her. He wanted to take her away from this place and back to her family...that is if they weren't the ones who sold her into this life.
She was scared of him, and he understood why, but the idea still made him sad. She shouldn't have to feel scared of him. Ricky was caring less and less for the hunt. He would kill the quetz, of course, but the excitement he had felt before was gone, replaced with anger and sadness.
He couldn't contemplate what Marta had gone through. She was just a child. He wondered if she had ever played games with other kids and did...well kid stuff. The injustice of it was sickening.
The tears came of their own accord, brought unbidden by his emotional state. The fact that somebody thought to do this was terrible enough. That feeling was multiplied as Ricky thought that someone actually did it. Ricky wiped the tears from his eyes, but hearing Marta whimpering in the closet did little to help his mood.
She deserved better. All of these girls did. He needed to find a way to save them and get them the justice he deserved. The face of Gustavo Perez, Ricky would no longer refer to him by his nickname, came into his thoughts and fueled a deep anger within him. It was hard to think, but Ricky knew he'd have to do something.
She was scared of him, and he understood why, but the idea still made him sad. She shouldn't have to feel scared of him. Ricky was caring less and less for the hunt. He would kill the quetz, of course, but the excitement he had felt before was gone, replaced with anger and sadness.
He couldn't contemplate what Marta had gone through. She was just a child. He wondered if she had ever played games with other kids and did...well kid stuff. The injustice of it was sickening.
The tears came of their own accord, brought unbidden by his emotional state. The fact that somebody thought to do this was terrible enough. That feeling was multiplied as Ricky thought that someone actually did it. Ricky wiped the tears from his eyes, but hearing Marta whimpering in the closet did little to help his mood.
She deserved better. All of these girls did. He needed to find a way to save them and get them the justice he deserved. The face of Gustavo Perez, Ricky would no longer refer to him by his nickname, came into his thoughts and fueled a deep anger within him. It was hard to think, but Ricky knew he'd have to do something.