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nd resist. I confront the hurricane that shakes me, I feel m

han my reluctant lids to close. The silence is devastating. It crushes me and closes my windpipe. The

ps me from

m death. The last thing I remember is being beaten fiercely, knocking out. Every musc

crumbs to my stomach the last few wee

overwhelming, it burns vilely. My throat hurts, the pressure co

turns me uph

heels that cause a haphazard rhythm. I get smaller in the fetal position. With tremb

ces the arrival of the pernicious sub

an unpleasant sensation, I can guess her evil intentions that saturate every

her part, and only one thing imprisons me

ag, for the first time my eyes inspect that face. He is not the Italian who had me impri

ion reveals power. I must be hallucinating, I would believe it if I didn't feel prickles of pain all over my body. His grayish green eyes pierce me, it is a scorching storm, his black hair is abundant, it

t be

re?" He questions exerting

olen my identity, I doubt my origin. A debate has raged in my head about plausible probabilities, also nons

ng is so

to engage in dirty business, he is upright and fair, he does not paint a showd

keep

" You are in my hand

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spit in

im so loudly that I don't know m

tbeat. It is unspoken in his orbs that he will avenge my daring. I regret it, the way he

re doing ?! He roars fiercely, w

it is one more wound, another thrust. The scourge he ha

e soul in

s violence destroys me from the outside, and deep down I want to ho

ngthen me, although now the pickets abs

streatment of him, I calcine him. Suddenly he approaches his thumb, I stare at him, it is a support that also, balea, biting.

leading and pleading fervently, I w

touched his touch. The man with a strange accent, in my opinion Russian, removes his fingers from him, I open my eyes and see him licking his finge

, at no time does he stop smiling, I am inches from

th whispers venomously, she is dislocated at his words. He realizes my

Only dad usually calls me that way. Dad... he must be worried, I miss him so much. I keep the c

e same evil direction, disgusting intenti

to question wi

he wolf, fixes his eyes

ne else's mistake," he emits, the br

can't be innocent and pay for other people's dishes. The unknow

, he sure he tries to wrap me in a fallacy. He is insane. I suddenly sob,

he is the worst. Fear tie

weigh low, my heartbeat fly

oll my eyes, his accent is so impertinent. You should be prostrate before

l does this

shole," I scold, fi

I groan in pain. Forced to look into his eyes, his gaze burns me. The rage

guy, a kidnapper, murderer, above all a gangster, eve

can't imagine the thousand ways I think about how you can satisfy my appetite,

attempt to withdraw, he prevents me b

h in me are scarce. But his grip is rough and he only hurts me more. He frees a hand and runs it over my sore chee

you," she declares as if he were truly benevolent. Then he grimaces, pinches the

h

yes

means goin