My Blind Fiancée

A man sat in an armchair, two girls stood before him, their movements gentle as they caressed their bodies. He wore a mask that concealed his face, just like the two girls. A small whip lay on his lap, capturing attention.

One of the girls approached him and attempted to kiss him. The man stopped her abruptly, rose hurriedly, and unable to hide his annoyance, he distanced himself from the place immediately.

"You're foolish. What have you done? I explained clearly how things would be."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm really drawn to him. He's a very handsome man."

"Gather your things and leave. You know you can't tell anyone about what happens here. You've signed a confidentiality agreement, and you better respect it."

The woman left the place, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to betray her. Meanwhile, not far away, a young girl felt desperate.

Ava ran swiftly, her racing heart threatening to burst from her chest. She ran through a pitch-black darkness, although darkness was nothing new to her.

She feared for her life, so she had to distance herself as quickly as possible. For someone like her, doing so was incredibly difficult, especially when she hadn't left the family mansion in a long time. She was terribly frightened. The bushes she encountered tore at her white and delicate skin.

One thought dominated her mind: escape. Suddenly, she heard the loud sound of a car horn, then felt something hit her forcefully. Immediately, unconsciousness took over.

When she woke up, she had the impression of being in a strange place. The scent in the air was different, unfamiliar to her. She realized she wasn't in her family's mansion, and she was thankful for that.

She sighed deeply to maintain her calm, but not knowing where she was began to overwhelm her. She tried to get out of bed, but at that moment, someone gently took her by the arm to stop her. She noticed a delightful fragrance and focused on that scent, but a hoarse voice brought her back to reality.

"Wait!" said the man desperately, thinking that the girl might still be weak and could fall. He felt her trembling.

"Where am I?" she asked, completely bewildered.

"You've had an accident," the man replied.

He noticed that the girl kept her gaze fixed on some point in the room. He waved his hand in front of her repeatedly, but received no response. Perhaps it was some side effect of the car crash.

"My name is Mateo Licciardi," he introduced himself, thinking that if she knew his name, she might calm down. "What's your name?"

"Ava Miller. Who brought me here?" she asked with suspicion.

"Do you really not remember what happened?"

"No, I'm sorry," she answered, on the verge of tears.

"I was driving back home in my car, right at the crossroads by the Miller property. You ran towards the car. I'm sorry, I braked immediately, but I still couldn't avoid hitting you. You lost consciousness, so I brought you to my house. That was two days ago, and you've just woken up. The doctor has examined you, and you'll recover completely soon."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't hear your car," she said, surprised to learn that she had been unconscious for two days.

"Don't worry. Thankfully, nothing else happened. You can stay here for as long as necessary until you recover. Do you want me to call a family member?" he asked, concerned for the girl.