VALENTINA’S POV
I don’t know if I have ever felt as disposable, as worthless as I did yesterday, he… he was so different, so unreachable, so beastly and when I felt like I had somehow been able to scale through his tough exterior and reach the real him, I get tossed away like garbage.
You think you know someone and sometimes you do but other times they become unrecognizable, like strange strangers.
I watched Diego walked into the dungeon yesterday drunk, wild, rough. I was bounded vertically by two steel chains that laid horizontally each at either of my sides, I had been like that for seem to be a day, with nothing to eat and no rest, constantly taunted by the guard. This is the dungeon, it was built by Diego’s father, Raphael Fernandez but modified by Diego, the Devil.
It used to have just a bared Steel exit with tiny slits but now the steel bar contains motion sensor that shoot up electric currents upon touch so the thought of escaping might be dangerous. I can hardly move without
