"They say sometimes the road of life takes an unexpected turn, and you don't have no choice but to follow it and end up in place where you are supposed to be"
A mesmerizingly beautiful, altruistic, feisty, adamant, self-reliant. She is obedient daug...
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"That pry who foolishly tried to run away from me," The painful scream that cleaved through me startled me as my tormentor gripped my bruised arm and brutally pulled me onto my feet facing the devil himself, "Tesoro, why did you do this huh? I thought we already established the fucking fact that I don't like you running away then why bambola? Why did you defy me?"
The whimsical demon smiled behind his dark forest orbs reminding me of the impending doom, "Let her go young man— Or... Or else..." The sharp sound of a bullet shook the thin silence along with my gut-wrenching scream, the hard pulse beat in my ear, the terror I felt took the living breath out of me, my body was shaking with odd trembling rhythm,
My head snapped back my crazed eyes transfixed with horror unable to look away, my wide open mouth had no words no screams yet my head was ready to explode into shreds, One moment Henry was right beside me next moment he was laying lifeless under the pool of his own blood dispersing till it reached my feet, "Huh? What were you saying oldy?" Marcello mocked the already dead man, "So where were we, Tesoro?" Marcello turned to me,
My body stilled the dark aura of his presence taunted my previous will to escape, "It's your fault that the Vecchio died, you shouldn't have tried Tesoro," He shook his head his grip on my arm tightened and it was a warning... Warning of the upcoming doom I was shaking like a leaf I tried to get myself free from his grip my tearful pleading eyes begged him as I squirmed, "Please let me go Marcello ..." I was a feeble woman sobbing mess but right now I don't give a damn I just wanted this evil man to let me go but little did I know my soul is already sold to the devil now there is no escape,
"Hey... Hey... Don't cry for nothing bambolina," I flinched as he cupped my face between his palms leaving my arm from death grip, disgust cruised through me by his mere touch, "Let me give you a good reason to cry and scream for help," His demonic face shone with evilness, "No...! Leave me...! Please let me go...!" I struggled to get my wrist off his grip as he began to drag me along with him again in the warehouse I tripped on my feet yet he didn't stop he kept dragging me like a dog my pleads were harshly crumbled,
He pulled my wrist and throw me on the rusty ground, burning pain washed through my senses, now I couldn't pinpoint what exactly is hurting, "Fuck! Fuck! Tesoro! Why do you keep prodding me?" I was yanked to face him which was red... Resembling Lucifer himself, the madness his features displayed filled my soul with terror, he began walking back and forth the fury emitting from him hiking up my temperature his body was buzzing with utter fury, he again faced me,
My eyes widened I kept backing off using my palms as feet until there was no way to back off, my back hit a pillar he grinned like the maniac he is and knelt in front of me, I drew my head back while he brought his despicable face close to me, I held my breath waited pathetically for the slap or a blow but nothing came,
"Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine until the end of time? We were more than friends, before the story ends, And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design..."
