Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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I soaked up the warmth as I let cascaded down my back, slipping through my hair and warming my skin. Loosing the tight muscles in my shoulders, taught with tension that kept my body in flight mode.
I let the water rinse my hair before I corn through it with my fingers, The men's soap however made my hair stiff like straw, and I decided I'd demand better products once I saw Lorenzo again.
With Lorenzos body wash, I squirt some in my palm before easing my body, careful to be gentle around the sore spots on my body. I take the time to take inventory of myself, of every slash and every bruise, and I fight the nausea that is crawling up my throat.
I woke up screaming, covered in sweat and my clothes sticking to me as I came out of a nightmare. The dream consisting of Kye, now riddled with bullets and bleeding as he hurt me over and over in that room, despite how the way his face was blown apart
I run my soapy hands over my scabbed and slit skin on my thighs and No doubt that they would scar, but the doctor I'd seen after going back to the room assured me they would fade slightly—blend into my skin more. He's also gave me a bottle of sleeping pills and told me that ptsd and trauma is normal and to inform him if I needed anything.
That's all people ask me now, if I need anything.
I know Lorenzo wants me to talk to him. I know that he has been waiting for me to open up about what they did to me, and he's been more patient and caring than I thought him capable. Still I am hesitant to lower my guard around him after what Kye said about my family, because I wasn't sure the second I brought something up if he'd put his guard to against me once again.
I wasn't even sure if I was able to trust what Kye had said, after all he said Lorenzo wasn't coming, that he'd let me go and didn't care what happened to me. When the reality was that Lorenzo had hunted and tracked me down relentlessly for days until he'd heard from a connection that Kye was the one who was involved in my kidnapping. Marco had told me bits and pieces of what had transpired during the day I was missing, and had said that Lorenzo had gone mad, tore apart his office with his bare hands, and didn't stop to sleep or eat in the few days I was missing, kept working until he'd found where the auction was taking place.
But even if he was obsessed with me, or obsessed with the idea of me, Lorenzo didn't trust me with the truth. Not all of it.
Kye gave me that information about my family like he was dangling something in front of me wanting me to grab it; but each time I'm close he pulls away, so I wasn't sure that taking what he had to say as the full truth was a good idea.
However the small part of me that wonders if it is real recoils slightly, because if what Kye said is true—Lorenzo knows all of it. If that were that case, what makes him different than Kye?
