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Tabitha:The call ended, and I was curled up in bed crying. I had almost forgotten what Enzo sounded like, and now his voice was going to be stuck in my head until the time they decide that they are done with me and are going to kill me off. “Why are you crying?” Collin asked, stroking my hair. “I allowed you to speak to him. He knows that you are alive. You should be happy. At least smiling.”I didn’t smile. I cried even harder. The pain in my arm throbbed, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to go back to Enzo. He sounded so different, so tired, like he was slowly giving up on me. I couldn’t take it. “Can you stop crying? You are going to hurt yourself,” Collin said, visibly annoyed. “I don’t see why you should be crying. You are both alive, you are living in a good room, you are well fed, and you have gifts that I bought you. Why the fuck are you still unhappy…”“Because I’m living with a monster!" I snapped back, tears in my eyes as I looked at him. The silence that hung in the ai

Enzo:Morning came sooner than I expected, partly because I didn't sleep a wink all night. I was up, thinking about what was going to happen at Fatucci's place.I picked up my phone and read Collins' message for the umpteenth time. As usual, I had tried to call, but just as I expected, there was no answer. I really hoped that Tabitha was okay and that she wasn't hurt. Every time I closed my eyes, I could hear her thin voice in my head, pleading and begging for me to save her.“Just hang on a little longer, princess. I'm going to make sure that you come out of this situation alive.”I lay on the bed and watched the sun slowly rise on the horizon till I could no longer ignore the urge to get up. As I brushed my teeth, I sent an order downstairs for breakfast to be brought to my room. With each passing second, my heart was beating faster; I could feel a pulse in my head pounding. Vincent's letters were unclear; I had no idea what I was going to find at Fatucci's place, but I really hope

Enzo:“Who are you?” A woman opened the door and sized me up. She looked stern, almost like she was ready to pounce on me any second. “I am Mr. Enzo Ross. I am looking for Mr. Fatucci. Is he home?”She took me in again. Her eyes were narrow and sharp, like she was thinking whether it was the best cause to let me in or kick me back out. “Come in,” she finally said, opening the door a little wider and letting me in. The inside was huge. The ceilings were high. The lights were bright and reflected a beautiful gold over every piece of furniture. The room smelled fresh with the slight tinge of fresh breakfast. “You will have to remove your shoes. Mr. Fatucci is very insistent on cleanliness.”I obliged and followed the lady up a flight of stairs. There was barely anyone in the house. And was she? His maid? A family member?We reached a room, and she hesitated before she knocked and entered. “Mr. Fatucci?”My eyes widened as I walked in. He was in a large iron machine—an Iron lung— his

Tabitha:Richard and Natasha… they were…I could feel the room spinning around me, but I clung to Enzo to steady myself. This was all too much for me.“Since we are doing introductions,” Natasha continued, looking right at me, “Tabitha, darling, do you know that man in the contraption over there?”I turned to look at an old man smiling at me with tears in his eyes. He looked so familiar. “Tabitha, that is your grandfather, your mother’s dad.” “Hello, Tabitha,” he said weakly, amidst tears in his eyes. I waved at him, and then a loud report rang in the air. His head fell backwards and blood splattered to the floor. “Oops!” Natasha said, brandishing the gun that she had in her hand. “I guess he ‘was’ your grandfather. I hope it was a teary goodbye.”I watched as the blood flowed. He had… he had just been shot. “Are you sad?” Natasha asked mockingly. “Are you going to cry?”Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. “You are a witch!” I screamed at her. “You are evil!”“Oh