"I'll make sure to do everything he did to you... but his torture will be a hundred times worse," he whispered softly.
His one hand was in my hair while the other was on my cheek caressing it with his knuckles. I leaned into his touch, feeling the security and comfort I used to feel when I first met him.
"They all took turns in beating me up, they laughed whenever I screamed in pain," I said as tears rolled down my cheeks and dripped down to the ground.
His hand left my hair as he cupped my face with both of his hands. He tugged me closer. "I will make their death an object of ridicule."
I looked into his eyes. "Promise?"
He let out a deep breath with a hint of a smile.
"Promise," he declared. "Do you want to see it happen?"
I considered it and then shook my head. I don't think I have the stomach for that much violence. "No..."
"Do you want to go home now?"
I looked up at him. It's hard to forget what Alessandro did to me too and the fact that he was engaged was the hardest pill I eve
