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 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.
I almost didn't want them to go. I felt like if the damage wasn't tangible on my skin, a part of my soul would never leave that torture room.
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 than I've ever seen him before. But 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 to 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 and didn't stop to sleep or eat in the few days I was missing, didn't sleep and 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 trust. 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?
"Serina hurry up I need to take a piss." Speaking of the fucking devil. Lorenzo's fists bang on the door of his bathroom, making the door rattle in the frame.
I hated that he wouldn't allow me to have or use my own room and bathroom anymore—that he won't let me out of his sight for more then 10 minutes before he was at my side again. It was as if my disappearance set something inside him off, and ever since, he's been hovering, watching me differently, obsessing me in a way that was different than before.
