THE TRIPLET

part 5

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Lilith woke up with a start, disoriented for a moment. Her head was pounding, and her cheek still stung.

It took her a moment to realize where she was. She was in a bedroom, a large one with beautiful furniture.

She tried to move, but her right leg was chained to the bed. She pulled on the chain, testing its strength, but it didn't budge.

Lilith was trapped.

She looked around the room, trying to take in her surroundings. The windows were covered with thick curtains, blocking out any light from outside. The door was closed and presumably locked.

She was trapped, completely at their mercy.

Panic was starting to rise in her chest, but she tried to push it down. She had to think, to find a way out of this.

As she sat on the bed, trying to come up with a plan, the door opened and Matteo walked in.

He was as handsome as ever in his expensive suit, but there was a sinister look in his eyes.

"You're awake," he said, leaning against the door frame. "I hope you slept well." His voice was laced with mockery.

She glared at him, her hatred for him burning bright but she didn't say anything.
She knew talking back would only get her slapped again.

Matteo pushed himself off the wall and walked to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it.

He reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers tracing the bruise that had formed from last night.

"You shouldn't have struggled," he said, his voice deceptively gentle.

She flinched away from his touch, her anger and fear palpable in the air.

He let out a small chuckle as if her defiance amused him.

"We'll have to do something about that attitude of yours," he said, his tone darkening.

He got up from the bed and walked over to the desk in the corner of the room. When he turned back to her, he was holding something in his hand. A syringe.

As soon as she saw the syringe, her eyes widened with terror.

She had always had a phobia of needles, ever since she was a child. The sight of it made her heart race and her breath started to come in short, panicked gasps.

She tried to crawl backward on the bed, away from Matteo, but the chain on her leg didn't give her much room to move.

"No," she managed to choke out, her voice shaking. "No, please."

Matteo smiled at her fear, enjoying her distress. He came back to the bed and sat down next to her, brandishing the syringe like a weapon.

"Calm down," he said, faking concern.
"It's just something to make you more relaxed."

She thrashed on the bed, trying to get away from him. She knew she wouldn't be able to overpower him physically. She was trapped.

"Please," she repeated, tears starting to stream down her face.

Matteo saw the desperation and fear in her eyes. He didn't want to hurt her physically, but he needed her to calm down, to be more cooperative.

"Shh," he said, trying to sound reassuring.
"It's just a small pill. It won't hurt you."

He brought the pill closer to her mouth, trying to coax her to take it. "Just open your mouth."

Lilith tried to turn her head away, her body tensing even more. She would rather die than take that drink, no matter what it was.