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𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝟒 𝟔 *𝑴𝑨*

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉,

𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰

𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅.

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

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HER head was in pain.

She felt like someone hit her head with a bat.

She groaned, stirring trying to get comfortable.

She tried to move to the other side but something stopped her.

She tried again.

She felt a pain in both her wrist.

She slowly opened her eyes adjusting to the light.

Where am I?

She saw it was sunny through the balcony window.

She groaned again feeling the throb of her head coming back.

She tried to rub her eyes but again felt a tug of both her wrist.

She slowly opened her eyes again seeing her hands were tied against the headboard.

Her eyes widen in alarm.

She tugged the rope hoping it would break.

She struggled to twist and turn her body around.

"Well this is entertaining," A voice spoke.

Violeta froze.

Please don't be him!

Please don't be him!

"Why did you stop? You're almost there," The voice said.

Violeta didn't want to look where the voice came from.

She gripped her hands on the rope wanting to be alone.

She heard the person sigh.

She closed her eyes tightly and finally dared to look where the voice was coming from.

There he was.

In the corner of the room sitting down with his right foot over his left thighs. He had a cigarette loosely hanging between his index and middle fingers.

"Happy to see me?" Marcelo asked sarcastically.

Violeta didn't move.

She felt like her whole body was shaking. Her heart was beating real fast.

Marcelo took a drag of his cigarette lifting his head so the smoke goes towards the ceiling.