The Lame Crow, with a cruel smile, watches the suffering of my beloved. He presses a button and the screen updates, now displaying a series of airfare itineraries.
Each ticket is bound for international destinations like Cancun, New York, and even Paris. He lets out a satisfied laugh, not bothering to hide the pleasure he takes in causing more pain as he speaks in a drawn-out voice.
"Just look, my dear. These are the places you visited, believing you were doing something grand for the world. Conferences, conventions, opportunities to showcase your intellectual prowess. But what you didn't know, what you never knew, was what your beloved was doing on those nights. She mingled with the powerful, or rather, she got close to them. And when she was by your side, she was like a pure pendant, a sincere ornament, looking like an innocent schoolgirl, making you believe everything was normal, while on these missions, she extracted what we needed."
He points at the screen with a gesture, as if gesticulating with each new painful discovery.
"Here, look. Cancun. Just you and your wife. The others... those others who were there... important, with big secrets. And she, disguised as your faithful companion, gathering everything you never imagined."
The screen displays more images, showing you at the conferences, smiling and speaking, and Luna by your side, always closer to the others, always more involved in the game.
With each airline ticket, more revelations emerge. The Lame Crow delights in what he sees on the expression of my beloved. He's in no rush to end this, knowing that every second of anguish is worth it. And to intensify it further, he takes another step.
"Ah, but you must be wondering: 'Was that all there was? Just kisses and caresses?' I'm going to show you something that will make you question everything again."
He touches the screen again, and an image of Luna bending down to pick something up from the floor appears.
The camera focuses on her for a moment. She lowers herself, and the Lame Crow interrupts the image with a malicious smile.
"That, my dear, is just the tip of the iceberg. What do you think really happened on those nights? What else was she willing to do to fulfill her mission? I'll leave you to imagine."
The provocation in the Lame Crow's tone is clear, and he makes sure to let the air thicken, implying that there's much more behind this facade of loyalty and love.
"And all she needed to do to obtain the secrets, all she needed, was to touch her lips to those of the others. But was that enough for her? Who knows? And you thought that when she traveled to all those paradise-like places, she was there just to love you? Her victims had no idea that each kiss was an extraction, a silent request to access their deepest memories."
The agent, the Lame Crow, lets out a low laugh, observing my beloved twisting in anguish, knowing that his mind is beginning to crumble with each new fragment of the truth that is revealed to him.
The fury that takes hold of him is palpable, like an animal in a cage, pacing, out of control. Anger, pain, and disappointment mix in such a powerful way that almost nothing else matters except the desire for liberation.
The Lame Crow watches, a satisfied smile on his face, as my beloved, desperate and driven to madness, tries to fight the pain consuming his mind. And then, suddenly, he gives the command.
Luna, though still fragmented, senses the force taking hold of her. She looks at her beloved, her eyes heavy with guilt and uncertainty, but against her will, she moves.
Her body seems to act on its own, driven by a higher command that overrides her freedom and pain. She walks towards her beloved, feeling as if she's being guided by invisible strings, drawn closer to something she should avoid.
"Go to him," the Lame Crow's voice echoes in her mind, cold and impersonal. "You know what to do."
The resistance she feels is unbearable. Each step towards her beloved is like a knife stabbing her chest, but she continues. When she gets close, her arms wrap around him with uncontrollable force, her mind screaming to stop, but the command, the pressure, is stronger.
She tries to force her lips onto his, who, consumed by rage, reacts like a beast, struggling to break free, wanting to destroy everything within his reach.
The kiss she tries to force seems as brutal as the conflict raging inside his mind.
At that moment, my beloved feels something... a fracture in his mental control. It's as if a door has been opened in his mind, and something is infiltrating it, something beyond physical pain. Images, memories, and feelings overlap, confusing him.
And amidst this chaos, he screams, not just at the Lame Crow, but at everything that has led him to this moment.
"I... I'm not myself anymore!"
The words come out torn, a jumble of thoughts and emotions. He feels an unbearable pressure building inside his head, and at the same time, something deep within him starts to break.
Anger, pain, it all blends into something even darker. He tries to resist, but the images of what Luna has done, the touches, the stolen secrets, all invade his mind like a whirlwind. It's a feeling of betrayal, of loss, that transcends reason.
And while Luna holds him with unexpected strength, both their minds seem to spiral, caught between loyalty and pain, love and betrayal.
She knows she must do what the Lame Crow says, but at the same time, she sees what's happening inside her beloved—and it's the last remnant of humanity she still possesses that begins to clash with what the Lame Crow wants to do.
The tension between them, and the way the Lame Crow's command infiltrates her mind, brings everything to a breaking point. They both sense something is about to snap.
Amidst this intense pressure, as emotions collide and their minds feel ready to split in two, something unexpected happens. The force Luna tries to exert on her beloved's mind, and the anger consuming him, reach a critical point.
Suddenly, my beloved feels as if the pressure on his mind is too much. The kiss, which was supposed to be a way to collect secrets, transforms into something more. It's not just the physical touch.
It's as if their energies connect in an unexpected way, as if secrets, lies, and truths are shared in that single moment of contact.
He, my beloved, sees flashes of what Luna truly feels, her insecurities and fears, the truth she hides, but also the genuine love she has for him. The Lame Crow's coldness can no longer completely dominate the scene.