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Luca nods, a look of determination settling on his face. “I’ll handle the CCTV. No one’s going to see you coming, I promise.”
Elio grins. “Then it’s settled. We’ll go there at eleven forty-five. Alessia walks in, Neck Tattoo Guy gets what he thinks he wants, and the rest of us stay in the shadows, just out of sight, but always there if needed.”
Lorenzo gives a thumb-up, his expression cold but resolute. “We’ll keep it clean, no drama. Get the intel and get out, as quickly as possible.”
I exhaleslowly, feeling the weight of the plan settle on my shoulders. My mind races but hardens with resolve. I know it’s the only way.
“Alright. Let’s do it. But… if anything goes wrong, we get out. No matter what.”
We exchange a final glance, our silent agreement hanging in the air. Each one of us prepares to step into their role, ready for the night ahead. The weight of what’s to come presses heavily on all of us. We’ll get Harper back one way or the other.
23 - Harper
Nobody came for me this night. Another little envelope lies beside my breakfast again.
I’m meeting Alessia tonight.
He’s doing it, he’s meeting Alessia! My heart leaps in my chest, I might be getting my freedom back soon. The hope that blooms inside me is short lived when my bedroom door flies open, crashing into the wall.
Gianni and Manchini step in and Gianni pulling me out of the room by my hair.
“Time to destroy your pussy,” he hisses.
“And we arranged for two of our friends to join in on the fun. Isn’t that just thoughtful of us?” Manchini says mockingly.
“GET OFF OF ME! LET ME GO!” I kick and scream the entire time they take me away through the hallway.
Gianni stops and pulls me by my hair so that my ear is next to his mouth, “No, not today my little tramp. After today you’ll wish you were dead.” He whispers and nips at my earlobe.
Manchini laughs, “We’ll keep you alive… Maybe…”
Gianni starts walking again and pulls me into a room I haven’t been in before. Inside stand two men, their eyes are glassy and dark. Like they have already had too much to drink or did drugs.
I look around the room. The room is covered in dark charcoal wallpaper with flocked velvet designs, it’s peeling on some spots. The floors are made of worn dark oak wood with even darker stains on them. On the ceiling hangs a single wrought-iron chandelier with flickering, candle-shaped bulbs, casting the room in a dim light. Two old chairs face a big four-poster California king-sized bed made out of dark mahogany wood. The bed is lined with blood red satin sheets. Chains and cuffs hang from each of the posters. Items like a St. Andrew’s cross, spanking benches, and suspension rigs are scattered throughout the room.
Gianni and Manchini each take a seat in one of the chairs, the unknown men stand on ether side of the bed. I just stand by the door, frozen in fear of what’s going to happen.
“Get over here, slut.” One of the men orders.
But I don’t move, I can’t. I know that this will have consequences but my body doesn’t react to me telling it to move.
The other man walks over to me and grips by arm, he hauls me over to the bed. The man that ordered me stands behind me and pulls my shirt over my head and my leggings down my legs. Exposing every inch of my once voluptuous body, now a mere shadow of who I was. My ribs visible, my skin loose and bruises visible everywhere.
He throws me onto the bed and orders Gianni to cuff my hands and ankles. A layer of cold sweat covers my body and I lie shivering on the bed. I am frozen and fear has taken over me.
