Her Hatred
I asked, copying his question and mimicking his tone from earlier, "There's a first time for everything."
"Don't make me torture the answers out of you. I don't like torturing women." He spoke, "You have an hour to answer."
He was about to leave when he stopped and turned around, "I'm gonna order some pizza...God damn I'm hungry. Do you want?"
I was taken aback by his question. What kind of person asked his hostage if she wanted pizza?
"Me." Alessio replied, as if reading my mind.
"Cheese." I replied to which he nodded before leaving. Well, at least I was getting a cheese pizza.
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