The fate of Kemuel 15

The next morning you wake up with David moving you gently.

"Up. We have to get ready."

You open your eyes. He's already dressed, wearing dark jeans and a white shirt.

"Get ready for what?"

"For our honeymoon, Sofia. Did you think that after we got married we were going to stay here? We're leaving. Far away."

You sit up in bed, confused.

"Where to?"

"You'll see. Get up and shower. Quick."

You obey. You go into the bathroom, shower, and come out wrapped in a towel. David has left clothes prepared on the bed: a tight black dress up to the knees, black lace underwear, stockings, high black heels. Everything is elegant, expensive.

"Dress with that. Make up well. I want you to be perfect."

You dress slowly, make up in front of the bedroom mirror: foundation, concealer, brown shadow, black eyeliner, mascara, blush, red lipstick. You comb your long hair leaving it loose and shiny. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look like an elegant, sophisticated woman. David approaches from behind and grabs your waist.

"Perfect. My wife. Ready to travel."

You go down the stairs with him. In the living room, there are two large suitcases already packed.

"I've packed everything you need. Clothes, shoes, makeup. Everything."

He grabs the suitcases and makes you leave the house. Outside, there's a black car waiting. It's not his. It's bigger, more luxurious. A chauffeur dressed in a suit gets out of the car and opens the trunk to put in the suitcases. Then he opens the back door.

"Mrs. Torres."

You get into the car. David gets in beside you. The chauffeur closes the door and starts the engine. You drive in silence for almost an hour, leaving the city, crossing secondary roads until you reach a small private airport, away from commercial terminals.

The car stops in front of a runway where a private plane is waiting. It's white, elegant, with the stairs down and the door open. Two stewards dressed in black suits are waiting at the foot of the stairs.

The chauffeur gets out the suitcases and hands them over to one of the stewards. David grabs your hand and leads you towards the plane.

"Welcome on board, Mr. and Mrs. Torres," says the first steward with a professional smile.

You go up the stairs. Inside, the plane is luxurious: white leather seats, dark wood tables, soft lighting. There are only four seats in the front area. In the back, separated by a sliding wooden door, there's a private cabin with a double bed covered with white silk sheets.

David sits you down next to the window and sits down beside you. The stewards close the door and take their seats in the front. The pilot announces over the speakers:

"Welcome on board. Our flight time will be approximately fourteen hours. We take off in five minutes."

Fourteen hours. You turn to David.

"Where are w...