Beauty is a double-edged sword. It can be a blessing or a curse.
For Rosa, it is more of the later. Her whole life she has been viewed, treated and used like an object by others, including her own family.
She went to the crime ridden metropolis of L...
"It'll take twenty minutes to the airport sir." Dana says, looking at her watch.
Gigante, my 8 foot tall bodyguard, a mongrel marvel, stuffs all my luggage in the car's trunk parked at the villa's entrance. It sucks to go back to that shithole, but... I have the feeling I must return to Little River. As beautiful and pleasant as Sicily is, I am starting to miss that ugly, dirty, loud city.
"Baby!"
Oh shit. I thought she would remain asleep...
The nymphet is running at me, the white bedsheet she wrapped herself with flowing in the wind. Her hair is a mess, and I never noticed before she had acne - these skunks really know how to hide it with makeup.
"Y-you are leaving?!" She yells, while grabbing my arm. "Y-you aren't going to wait for me?"
"No, I don't want to see your ugly face ever again." I try to make her let go of me, but this little bitch has a tight grip!
"B-but what about my parents?! You can't leave me here... aaahhh!"
I throw her to the ground.
"Didn't you say you were a grown up girl? Well, act like one." I say, entering the car's passenger's seat. And close the door on her face
"Wait!"
Dana starts the vehicle, but the bitch gets up and jumps at my window. She is hitting it, and I am glad the closed window muffles her yells. I ignore her.
"Want me to deal with her, sir?" Dana asks, taking a large needle out of her sleeve.
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"It's not needed."
Dana presses her feet in the accelerator. I can finally open the window to breath some fresh air, as the bitch is gone. I take a quick glance to our family's villa I will be leaving behind. And, she as well, who is in her knees at the road.
Rosa's POV:
I can't believe it.
I see the yellow lights coming from it. I feel the strong, fresh sea breeze, that makes one almost taste the flavor of sea salt.
I am here again.
But now, I am dressed in fur like the guest's wives, with a suited asshole holding my hand as I step out of the limousine.
I am like a thing. A really expensive, pretty one, yet still a thing. A thing being called into freedom, by the roaring sea waves.
I know this will be my last chance.
Nero grabs me by the waist. His fingers like they want to pierce through my flesh. He walks with me like that to the entrance, accompanied by some of the guards, as the rest stays outside watching the limo.
