𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 - 𝓢𝓲𝔁

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

The air was icy, slicing through my skin like needles. I woke with a sharp gasp, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of the darkness around me. Cold concrete pressed against my body, rough and unyielding, its chill biting through my thin dress. The faint drip of water echoed in the distance, each drop making the silence heavier. My head throbbed, and my stomach ached with a deep, stabbing pain.

I tried to move, to push myself off the ground, but my body wouldn't cooperate. My arms trembled as I managed to roll onto my side, clutching my stomach. A weak whimper escaped my lips as tears stung my eyes. The memories of the night before rushed back like a tidal wave—the attack, Luciano's voice calling my name, and the sharp sting of hands pulling me away.

"Luciano..." I whispered, my voice hoarse and barely audible.

I forced myself to sit up, my back pressed against the damp, cold wall. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I scanned the room. It was small and dimly lit, with only a single flickering bulb overhead casting shadows on the cracked walls. There were no windows, no sign of escape.

A faint sound reached my ears—footsteps. My heart stopped, then began pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. Panic surged through me, and I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the searing pain in my legs and abdomen. My knees buckled, and I stumbled, landing hard on the floor.

I crawled to the corner of the room, pressing myself against the wall in an attempt to disappear. The footsteps grew louder, more deliberate. The sound of a lock turning made my stomach drop.

The door creaked open, and two men stepped inside.

They were tall and broad, their faces partially obscured by shadows. One of them smirked as his eyes landed on me, his gaze sharp and predatory.

"Well, look at this," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "No wonder she's different. Pretty little thing like you won't last long. You'll die before your precious husband even gets here."

My chest tightened as his words sank in. Die? What did they mean? My lips quivered, and I shook my head, trying to summon the courage to speak.

The other man laughed, the sound low and sinister. "Just like his father," he added, his tone mocking.