Luce"Angelo, please…" I begged. "Angelo!" But my pleas fell on deaf ears.He sent for his men to tie me up despite all my tears. Every time I tried to relax, the rope dragged my wrists toward the floor, forcing my spine into a rigid, aching position. I was kneeling on the cold marble floor, exposed and shaking from fear and cold, while Angelo sat ten feet away.He didn't look at me. He didn't acknowledge the sound of my ragged breathing. He simply sat behind his desk, methodically cleaning a gun. The silence in the room was a physical pressure. It was suffocating."Untie me," I said through gritted teeth, my voice barely audible. "Angelo, look at me."He didn't move. He wiped the muzzle of the gun with a napkin."My father will kill you for this," I snapped, my pride flaring in a desperate attempt to get him to listen. "You think you can just keep me here? Like a dog?"Nothing. Not even a flicker of his eyelids. He set the gun aside, picked up a pen, and began scribbling; that was th
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