He leaves it all to my former older brother.

"I guess you can take it from here, son," my father says walking to my former brother and placing a gripping hand on his left shoulder. "I'll be in the penthouse if you need me."

My father leaves the room without another word and everybody in the room does likewise, not responding or saying anything to break the silence. Not even I take a stand to explain to my father about everything or try to protest my way out of these chains. He simply passes my hanging body without a glance to my face.

For a second there I want to call out to my father and say that I'm okay but I forget that I'm not his son anymore. I'm just a young woman acting as scapegoat or as the person taking the blame for a son's disappearance.

I hear the door behind me open and close and everything shifts its focus to the brother. He is found taking a seat in the leather office chair behind the desk. As from what can see, he bends his head down and he seems to smile, enjoying his time in the chair, like he's a big boss-like character. He lifts his head and stares at me and when he does, I try to break the staring contest by looking away. My former brother scoffs and chuckles after. After bending his head down so that he looks at the glass surface of the desk he mutters something that I can clearly hear. He says to the people in the back, "Ladies, please leave."

I hear shuffling behind me, a door opening and the sound of two pair of heels walking out of the room. The door closes once more and the sounds of heels disappear from my ears. The focus again shifts to the former brother who has taken the time during the confusion to get up out of his seat and stand in front of me. I could say that I was a bit startled by his appearance in front of me. He looks like he hasn't slept for days or weeks as seen by his scruffy face and dreary eyes.

He takes his right hand and grasps my lower jaw as an effort to make me start at him. Even if I could, I wouldn't try to lash out of his grasp if I was going to get hurt from it. He talks to me once more, saying, "I'm going to give you one last chance to explain what happened to my brother. I want something rational and no made up stories, okay?"

He lets go of my jaw but it seems the words I want to say doesn't come out and my former brother waits impatient in the deafening silence. The other persons in the room doesn't seem to mind the quiet atmosphere in the room. The wait for my explanation is too much for my former brother, who takes his jacket off, meaning he means straight business.

"I guess we just going to have some fun are we fellas?" he says to his comrades behind me. I look at him wondering what he means but he darts straight for me face and kisses me passionately. The feeling is simply of a romantic feeling as the passion fills me completely as I kiss back. The feeling is short-lived as my former brother plunges his large tongue in between my lips and start to wrestle with my tongue, as if they were wrestlers in the ring.

I feel disgusted tasting the sliminess of his huge tongue against my smaller tongue and try to escape from his evil kiss. I break the connections but seeing that I'm disgusted with him, he steps back and slap my left cheek with his right hnd