guy in the hound mask tells me. My skin is prickling all over. I can feel myself shivering.
The one man who's been quiet so far, the one wearing the lion mask, approaches me. He lifts up the leather jacket and the smooth, buttery material just slips right through my fingers. I've never felt more vulnerable.
"What's this now?" he asks in a low, menacing tone. I think he scares me the most. He hasn't made a single threat towards me, but he seems to be the most dangerous. The one who would have no problem hurting me for his own amusement. "This looks familiar...."
I can't even speak. My heart is pounding in my throat now, and I'm freaking out.
"A leather jacket? I don't remember her wearing one when she came in," the rabbit says, taking the jacket from the other man. I think the worst part is not being able to see their mouths moving when they talk. It's like I'm stuck in a horrible horror movie.
I'm shivering in the corner as the three men pass around the jacket, inspecting it closely.
"This ain't hers," the hound says. I can hear the amusement in his voice. "You know whose this is?"
"Our very own Matteo Salini," the man in the lion mask figures out. He approaches me, getting down on his one knee in front of me. I shy away from his touch as he reaches for me, his gloved fingers stroking my blushing cheeks. "You been playing with the enemy, little girl?"
"He...." I'm choking on my own words. "He's the one w-who brought me here."
"Why'd you get his jacket?" The lion's fingers are roaming my face, so tantalizingly slowly. It's killing me. The tension is too much. I know he's going to hurt me.
"I-I was cold," I stutter.
The lion laughs, a horrible, cold sound. "She was cold." He gets up, and before I even get the chance to release my pent-up breath, he slaps me across the face. I fall on my back, crying out in pain.
"Looks like this little bitch is trying to seduce one of our own," the rabbit says angrily. They all approach me and I cower on the floor, trying to scoot as far away from them as possible.
"Leave me alone, please," I beg. My voice is soft and scared. They merely laugh.
"Looks like he had some fun with you already," the hound realizes. "Look, she's ready for us. And what a pretty little thing she is."
"Don't hurt me." I'm shivering.
"Oh, pet." The rabbit grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it so I have to face him. "We're not going to hurt you. We're just going to have some fun. After all, you are a Da Costa, are you not?"
I'm too stunned to answer. Too afraid to even open my mouth.
"Strip her," the lion orders the rabbit. The man advances on me and I try hard to get away, but what kind of chance do I really have? There are three of them, and every single one could overpower me with a single movement. I whimper on the floor as the man's gloved hands rip off my bra. My hands shoot up, trying to protect my dignity.
"Nice tits," the hound remarks, laughing coldly. "Why don't we put some pretty marks on them?"
"Don't." I'm begging. I thought I was afraid before, with Matteo. I am only now realizing how kind he was to me, given the situation. I wish with all my heart, praying to my god, that he would come back and save me from these monsters.
Yes, he is dangerous. Yes, he is a killer. But he didn't try to hurt me like these guys.
"Don't fucking touch her."
My eyes flutter open and the rabbit's hand falls away from my shoulders. I'm blinking fast, trying to figure out if my prayers have been answered.
But it's not Matteo.
And the person who is standing in the doorway scares me more than any one of these three animals.
The beasts scatter like ants being stomped on by a large leather boot. They leave the room faster than the blink of an eye, and I'm left alone...alone with the man I fear the most out of them all.
Angelo Abbate.
He's an imposing figure. I feel the blood freezing in my veins. I've never felt this exposed.
He walks closer, inspecting me from every angle. When he's finally had enough,
The one man who's been quiet so far, the one wearing the lion mask, approaches me. He lifts up the leather jacket and the smooth, buttery material just slips right through my fingers. I've never felt more vulnerable.
"What's this now?" he asks in a low, menacing tone. I think he scares me the most. He hasn't made a single threat towards me, but he seems to be the most dangerous. The one who would have no problem hurting me for his own amusement. "This looks familiar...."
I can't even speak. My heart is pounding in my throat now, and I'm freaking out.
"A leather jacket? I don't remember her wearing one when she came in," the rabbit says, taking the jacket from the other man. I think the worst part is not being able to see their mouths moving when they talk. It's like I'm stuck in a horrible horror movie.
I'm shivering in the corner as the three men pass around the jacket, inspecting it closely.
"This ain't hers," the hound says. I can hear the amusement in his voice. "You know whose this is?"
"Our very own Matteo Salini," the man in the lion mask figures out. He approaches me, getting down on his one knee in front of me. I shy away from his touch as he reaches for me, his gloved fingers stroking my blushing cheeks. "You been playing with the enemy, little girl?"
"He...." I'm choking on my own words. "He's the one w-who brought me here."
"Why'd you get his jacket?" The lion's fingers are roaming my face, so tantalizingly slowly. It's killing me. The tension is too much. I know he's going to hurt me.
"I-I was cold," I stutter.
The lion laughs, a horrible, cold sound. "She was cold." He gets up, and before I even get the chance to release my pent-up breath, he slaps me across the face. I fall on my back, crying out in pain.
"Looks like this little bitch is trying to seduce one of our own," the rabbit says angrily. They all approach me and I cower on the floor, trying to scoot as far away from them as possible.
"Leave me alone, please," I beg. My voice is soft and scared. They merely laugh.
"Looks like he had some fun with you already," the hound realizes. "Look, she's ready for us. And what a pretty little thing she is."
"Don't hurt me." I'm shivering.
"Oh, pet." The rabbit grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it so I have to face him. "We're not going to hurt you. We're just going to have some fun. After all, you are a Da Costa, are you not?"
I'm too stunned to answer. Too afraid to even open my mouth.
"Strip her," the lion orders the rabbit. The man advances on me and I try hard to get away, but what kind of chance do I really have? There are three of them, and every single one could overpower me with a single movement. I whimper on the floor as the man's gloved hands rip off my bra. My hands shoot up, trying to protect my dignity.
"Nice tits," the hound remarks, laughing coldly. "Why don't we put some pretty marks on them?"
"Don't." I'm begging. I thought I was afraid before, with Matteo. I am only now realizing how kind he was to me, given the situation. I wish with all my heart, praying to my god, that he would come back and save me from these monsters.
Yes, he is dangerous. Yes, he is a killer. But he didn't try to hurt me like these guys.
"Don't fucking touch her."
My eyes flutter open and the rabbit's hand falls away from my shoulders. I'm blinking fast, trying to figure out if my prayers have been answered.
But it's not Matteo.
And the person who is standing in the doorway scares me more than any one of these three animals.
The beasts scatter like ants being stomped on by a large leather boot. They leave the room faster than the blink of an eye, and I'm left alone...alone with the man I fear the most out of them all.
Angelo Abbate.
He's an imposing figure. I feel the blood freezing in my veins. I've never felt this exposed.
He walks closer, inspecting me from every angle. When he's finally had enough,
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