Ximena/Angela’s POV
My head whipped aside as a large metal-like hand connected with my cheek, leaving it stinging with a sharp, burning sensation as a cry escaped my lips. My lower lip was cut, and I felt blood in my mouth. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to caress my cheek, but my hands and legs were tied to the chair I was seated on, and a collar was around my neck.“How does that feel?” Alberto smirked, sitting on a nearby chair and piercing his deep brown eyes into mine. I blinked away my tears.“That wasn’t necessary, scumbag,” I spat, my heart racing.“It feels good then. Want more?” he asked evilly, leaning closer to me.“What do you want from me?” I groaned, clenching my fists on the armrest.He didn’t reply. Instead, he stood up, moving to a wooden table in the corner. My eyes trailed his every movement. Looking around the room, it seemed like a basement. The room was dimly lit with blue bulbs. There were som
