My Fiona

haotic display of colors that splashed across the walls and

s shaking the very foundation of the space, and with e

all

er, but he stared back with a bland expression. How could he giv

began to panic but Lorenzo turned his

uld be no reasons you wouldn't sign the document. Right? "He spoke, and Fio

syllable he spoke was a sharp stab to her heart. Did he h

anything to hurt or cross him. So, why was he

replied as he hungrily licked his lips and lo

ied and Fiona died a thou

s grip, but he didn't let go. His hands were rough and unyi

You can'

enz

e loud music brushed her voice aside. She struggled relentlessly as Lorenzo w

Fiona who was fruitlessly struggling against him. His gaze drifted over her wi

help me! "She began

empts to free herself were futile. His hold was like iron. The music and the crowd seemed to swallo

itch as she called out to her brother, wh

her teary eyes watched his silhouette blend wi

trayal she had just endured. The man holding her seemed to bask in he

htened, Fiona's sense

rybody could afford. Here, the one rule was that everyone minded their o

t ready to gi

again, her voice str

! Someone

fferent chatter. The club was a labyrinth of indulgence and excess, where the p

advances persistent. Just when the man tore the top of her dress, she realized fighting was useless. The

ried to escape the overwhelming reality of her situation. The man's hands were rough an

nevitable, a voice suddenly cut through

u think you

Fiona's eyes flew open, and she turned her head with a mixture of hope and fear. The man ho

suit that contrasted sharply with the flashing lights of the club. His presence was comman

ow and edged with authority. He took a step forward, the confid

ona hesitated, his

ed, the confidence he had displayed earli

manded instead, and

and you may not see tomorrow thanks to shit stunt you ju

ve figure, his face a mask of reluctant compliance. With one last lingering look at Fiona, he backed away,