Luciano couldn't break his eyes away from the picture in front of him. He was mesmerized, he couldn't understand how someone can look so innocent, but be so evil.The picture was from a few years ago, she was smaller than what she is now—although the weight suit her also. Luciano caught him self staring at certain pictures of hers a little long, each day he was fascinated with a different picture. Today, it was the picture of her wearing red, holding a white Bichon Frise. The dog breed was expensive, and a breed for people of taste.
He'd went three days without knowing how the person that robbed him looked, and now that he put a face on the culprit, he was displeased that he liked what he saw.
Something about her drew him in. Attraction, it starts off small then, it spirals into a big, messy web. Luciano knew better, he knew had to inflict pain, assert dominance, and make sure she knew not fuck with him again.
The thought of killing her crossed his mind multiple times, but just as fast at the thought came, it disappeared; but if she didn't start talking? He had no choice but to execute her.
Taking a deep breath, Luciano placed the picture back under the thumbtack, on the bulletin board.
Picking up his phone, he made his way down stairs, towards his basement. Inside of the freshly renovated basement, sat a tiresome Catalina. Luciano gave her an ultimatum, either she told them her real name, and came to work for him; or die. They also want her to show them how she encrypted her VPN system, and broke into Luciano's warehouse.
Luciano's team knew how to decrypt the VPN, but they wanted to know how Catalina encrypted it in the first place.
Pushing the heavy door, Luciano's footsteps echoed through out the basement. Catalina sat up against the cold wall, her curls falling into her face. She sat with her knees to her chest, her head resting on top of her knees.
She was exhausted, she'd been in the same spot for five days. They offered her food, and water, and bathroom breaks that a security guard came downstairs to take her to every six hours. Catalina was tired, hungry, and her mind was foggy; but she wasn't giving up her secrets.
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