When I open my eyes, I'm in a room plunged into complete darkness. Only a very faint ray of sunlight, right in front of me, shines through the bars in a tiny window. I feel dizzy and sick, as if I've been drugged. Then I realize I've been changed. I'm no longer wearing my mother's magnificent black dress, but a very short, transparent white dress with bare arms and... no underwear. I shudder to think what happened while I was passed out. I gradually come to my senses.
The room I'm in is completely empty. Empty as my heart. Empty as my thoughts. I don't know anything anymore! I think nothing! I'm lost, in shock. I don't understand. Everything was going so well for me in Barcelona. How did it all happen? How did everything turn to the dark side?
Two hours passed, during which time I huddled together and contemplated the emptiness, thinking that these might be my last moments on earth, my last moments to live. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a man dressed in black, similar to the guys from the night before, with dark eyes. He stops dead in his tracks and looks me straight in the eye. A cold stare, a stare that would freeze even the warmest of hearts, a stare of death. He says to me in a firm tone while smiling: "Ah, there you are, Dianna! So today, I'm taking care of you. Don't worry, everything's going to be fine." How does he know my first name? Not to worry? He's messing with me right now I hope! I'm alone in a dark, unfamiliar place, I've been stripped naked to change my clothes, I've been suffocated to bring me here, he knows my first name, he's muscled like a boxer with tattoos up to his neck and a satanic smile and I'm not to worry!
He takes my arm and leads me down a corridor almost as dark as the cell, with the only light coming from the top of the stairs at the far end of the corridor. But we're going in the opposite direction. The man takes me down a spiral staircase to the basement. We then enter a long corridor lit by two small lamps in each corner. On either side are cells with numbers and two names written in large letters. I notice that there's always a woman's name associated with a man's name.
Suddenly, the heavy cell door opened to my right, revealing a woman in the same outfit as me, with a man beside her. She was marked by bruises all over her body. A number is written on her neck, probably the same as the one on the door. She looks up at me and I discover the meaning of emptiness. Her gaze is empty. Her eyes are ash-black. The color of death! No emotion emanates from this body devoid of energy. I let out a little scream at this appalling sight, but I don't have time to contemplate it as I'm dragged down the corridor. The man stops in front of a cell where my name is written in capital letters: DIANNA PEYTROVSKI. But this time there's no male name!
The door opens from the inside!
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Romance"'Kneel before me now! ' Lenzo ordered me. At that moment, I would so much like to shout, scream, protest but I knew that it would be useless. I didn't have the strength to, I was exhausted. I now belonged to him and had no choice but to obey him. I...
