Chains of Fate

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ch me, to trap me. The walls, the windows, the doors-all of it felt like a prison

tello, who carried the weight of a predator with every step, Marco had an almost comforting aura

rco said, his voice smooth and friendl

furious. But then again, what could I do? I was trapped here, at

n on me," I replied, my voice h

is all over, Alessia." His tone had an edge to it that made me uneasy. "But I'm here to help, really. Y

away from him. "I'm not here to serve anyone

ething-was it amusement? Or som

a purpose," Marco said, his voice colder than before.

a sinking feeling in my gut. What could possibly m

closing the door behind him with a soft cli

, a pawn in their twisted game. I had no idea what Donatello wanted with me, but I knew it wouldn't be good. His c

rity. I spent my days in silence, unsure of how to navigate this new reality. There were servants-quiet, efficient, always avoiding eye contact. N

ver I went. He didn't speak to me directly, but the tension in the air was palpable. It

ring the soft echoes of the house around me-the creaks, the whispers of distant conversations I couldn't make out. I

at I might never get an answer. That was it. That I had

ello stepped inside. My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of fear and anger flaring up insid

ello asked, his voice smooth, almos

? Was he joking? How could I settle into a life where my every move was being

Donatello," I finally sai

on remained calm, unreadable. "I'm not offering you

I don't want your place, and I don't want your purpose,"

I could feel his gaze on my bac

onatello's men just outside the door. His hand on m

room for the rest of the evening," the m

t was the point? This was my life now,

ouldn't shut my mind off, couldn't stop thinking about the future, about Donatello. He was a man who r

was hi

felt like I was slowly being drained of it. Day by day, I felt more

g day. The servants moved around like robots, completing their tasks without a word, never acknowledging my p

s like he was waiting for something, watching me fro

at by the window, a voic

ess

orway, his tall figure looming over me. He had a stra

, his voice almost thoughtful. "You've been

was no point. What could I sa

should understand this, Alessia: You're here because I wanted you here. I've

"Valuable?" I repeated. "What could yo

reach his eyes. "You'll understand soon enough. But for n

r and glanced back at me. "We'll begin soon. You'l

for the first time since I arrived at the man

was playing, but I had a horribl