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Fleur's Point of view

It's been a week now, and I'm sitting in the same room, afraid to leave the motel. I became a madwoman who was weeping around the room and laughing at one point and sunk a minute again thereafter. I can't help that I know he'd undoubtedly break my bones if I get captured. He wouldn't kill me, but surely he would let me live and continue torturing me.

I rock back and forth in bed, afraid of being watched. I wake up horrified, dreaming of Mario's handsome face lying next to me, his muscular arm wrapping around my waist until I couldn't move, touching me down south that's starts with pleasure and ends up being bloody,

but happy that I wake up and I'm in the same motel room minus Mario.

I haven't had any proper sleep because I'm stil