ence for a pampered general's daughter to throw her tantrums around him. He had things to do, a mission to deliver. "Boss" Salvatore said as he walked into Vincenzo's private quarters and bow
calculated. Like he was haunting her. She tried to move backward, but he was too fast. He grabbed her by her hair, his fingers closing around it like a vice, and pulled her to her feet. Their eyes locked and she could feel his spitting fire. He threw her towards his cars direction roughly, and Aurora on her sprained ankle could barely hold her body up. She slammed her forehead with so much force on the rear end of the car. Vincenzo did not even blink at her bleeding forehead. Instead, he opened his car boot, threw her inside it and slammed it shut! Aurora struggled to escape from the dark claustrophobic boot, but the car only speed off. He was going to kill her. This was it, she thought, he was definitely going to kill her. The car boot opened and he pulled her out by her hair. The guards only blinked in confusion as he forcefully brought her in. "You bastard! Let me go!" Aurora yelled, but he paid her no attention as he dragged her all the way to the dungeon and he threw her in. "Pull off that dress you're wearing....Vincenzo instructed. She shook her head reluctantly but he pulled off his belt, staring down at her. From the side of her bloody vision, Aurora could see when Salvatore walked into the dungeon with a pair of handcuffs. "Handcuff her" Vincenzo yelled and her hands were immediately handcuffed and locked to the dungeon iron bars. Vincenzo zipped down her dress exposing her white flawless back while she kicked and screamed. "You have ridiculed me enough, little girl. You have spat on me, insulted me, disobeyed me... in all my 26 years on earth, I've never been treated like such a joke. You tried escaping from me after slapping me, You have to pay for your sins, Vincenzo doesn't forgive... Aurora began to quake and shake. What was he going to do to her? Kill her? Lock her up here till she rotten and die? "...I will only play with you a little, nothing much." Vincenzo muttered taking a cigarette out of his pocket and smoking hard. He drop the remaining cigarette on the tray and instructed Salvatore to leave with just a wave of his hand. 'My dad will find me here
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