A Taste of Ruin

"Willing to try anything else?" Ivano teased, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest. "I can wait here all night, this is actually quite amusing."

I attempted to elbow my way free as a pitiful last attempt at resistance, but of course he was always one step ahead of me.

My wrists were abruptly captured by Moretti's other free hand.

"You're coming with me." The psycho demanded, "You won't make a sound if you know what's best for you."

He then proceeded to tape my mouth and grabbed a single wrist with enough force to drag me after him, but not enough force to hurt me.

My vision was stolen from me as Ivano roughly tied a blindfold around my eyes. My heart rate accelerated, completely aware of what was to come.

This is it, I thought. He's going to kill me remorselessly.

"Not so feisty now, hm?" Ivano whispered breathlessly, "Just wait and see what I've got in store for you. It's a real treat."