In "Family Ties," the Moretti family is everything, or so they thought. But beneath the surface of loyalty lies a web of betrayal and lies. In the heart of this tangled mess, the Morettis struggle to find their footing, torn apart by secrets and dec...
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Slowly I open my eyes, taking in the room. The room was dim and the walls weathered and worn, their surfaces covered by graffiti and patches of peeling paint. The air was thick, the musty scent of mildew and dampness brought shivers down my spine. In the distance, I can make out a faint glow of light in the distance. I began to move but stopped when I felt the metal of the cuffs rub against my bruised wrist.
"I have to get out of here" I say to myself sitting up quickly only to be stopped my this huge migraine in my head.
"I wouldn't move to fast, the drugs haven't fully worn off yet" A voice said coming from the back of the room. As he approached me holding a drink in his hand. I observed the handsome older man, my eyes are immediately drawn to his commanding presence. He stands tall and dignified, exuding an air of confidence and sophistication that demands attention.His features are classically handsome, with chiseled cheekbones and a strong jawline that speaks of strength and resilience. Dressed in a tailored suit and shoes that probably cost more than my rent.
I was so focused on the man in front of me I didn't even notice another man approaching.He looked like a younger version of the first guy, most likely his son. Some of their features were very similar, but slightly different. They just stared at me, both with different looks. The older guy looked as if I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. The look on the son's face was different, he looked disgusted with me. Like I had done something to him.
"Why am I here" I said
"Straight to the point I like that, your not even going to beg to be free" The older guy asked intrigued
"What's the point your not going to let me go" I said
"See son I told you she's the one" he said laughing to the other guy who didn't even crack a smile. He just stood in the corner watching me like a hawk.
"I'm the one for what" I asked getting irritated and the son shook his head in annoyance before leaving the room
"I have great plans for you my dear and it starts with you getting cleaned up" the older guy said handing me a wash rag
"I'm not doing shit till you tell me what I'm doing here" I said
"Fine suit yourself" he said and walked to the corner and grabbed a hose
"You better not spray me with that shi-" I was cut off mid sentence as he sprayed me with the hose. I gasp as the force of the water hits me, the shock of the cold sending a shiver down my spine. I instinctively raise my arms to shield myself, but it's no use—the water penetrates every crevice, soaking me to the bone in a matter of seconds.
"What the fuck" I look up at him and he sprays me again
"Here dry up and put this on" he said taking off my handcuffs and throwing a towel and some clothes at me
