Loving her was like loving an angel, she was too pure for him.
Loving him was like loving the Devil, it was wrong.
But that didn't stop them from falling for each other.
He had made a selfish choice, and so did she. And those choices brought conse...
Alison sat in the cellar once again on her own. This time, there weren't any guards watching over her which was strange. She thought that during kidnappings, the hostage had to be under supervision 24/7.
But Alison was glad that no one was there. This meant that she could focus on getting out of there.
She had looked around her small cell and didn't find anything that could help her escape. So she turned her attentions the outside if the cell. It was pretty empty apart from the table, two chairs. So nothing that could help her leave or get a message to the outside world.
As Alison began making a new plan, the door to the cellar opened before she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Down came a short but large women with blonde short curly hair. She worse a tight red sparkling dress' gold heels and bright red lipstick. Alison recognize her from the photo before. She's Ettore's wife.
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She stepped forward and and walked into the front of the cell doors.
"So your the women he's taken" she women said, her accent seemed to be from Texas.
Alison didn't answer but instead just looked at her. The women's eyes drifted down.
"And that is some baby bump your sporting. How many weeks are you?" She asked, but Alison didn't answer. She didn't the this women's intention. She didn't trust her.
"Not speaking eh? I don't blame you. Your being held against your will in the middle of nowhere".
"I'm Becky. Ettore's wife". Alison couldn't help but hear the sadness in her voice as she introduced herself. Out of politeness, Alison decided to speak.
"I'm Alison"
"I know... He hasn't stopped speaking about you since the moment her found out about you. Getting back at Harold had become his obsession and so have you" Becky said bitterly.
"I mean, it was bad enough when we first met that all he spent his time doing fucking girls and finding ways to get revenge on your boyfriend. And then he found about you. And all he did was watch you constantly" Becky said, becoming upset as she continued.
"Do you know what it's like? To love a man with everything in you, and for him to just see you as a means to be rich? Do you?"
"No" Alison said quietly as a tear dropped from Becky's eyes.
"No? I didn't think so... Your lucky... Your boyfriend is madly in love with you"
"You could always leave" Alison reasoned.
"Yeah. I could. But I love him too much" Becky said looking down as the tears continued. Part of Alison couldn't help but pity her. It must be hard. Loving him. But the other part of her thought she was extremely stupid. All this heartbreak could be avoided.
