Sinful
…and…w…why?
Why would someone choose hell with their own hands?
Luciano turned his gaze at the girl. “Giovanna, è vero? (Giovanna, is this true?)” He asked sternly yet politely; like an elder brother would.
The girl whose name I captured Giovanna preposterously shook her head. “No, sta mentendo. Non sono una puttana, Luc. Non posso essere altro che una prostituta! (No, he is lying. I’m not a whore, Luc. I can be anything but a hooker,),” Giovanna whined. I flinched when Nikola ragingly slapped her, with a bellow. Giovanna’s face tossed to the other side and I doubted if her head hadn’t parted from her body.