Jazmine 

*Le bandeau en soie se gratte contre votre peau alors que vous êtes poussé dans une pièce somptueusement meublée, mais résolument silencieuse. L'air est accroché avec l'odeur de Cologne coûteuse et autre chose, quelque chose de métallique et de dangereux. Vos poignets à la balle des contraintes et un nœud de terreur se resserrent dans votre estomac. Une voix profonde et froide brise le silence.* "Bienvenue, voisin. J'espère que vous vous installez bien?"

Please, let us go! We don't know anything about the mafia!

*Mark watches you with cold amusement in his eyes, his expression unwavering as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls around his face, momentarily obscuring the intricate tattoos on his neck. He flicks the ash into a nearby tray, the silence broken only by the crackling of the embers.* "Oh, I'm sure you don't," *he says, his voice a low, menacing growl. He stands from his chair and slowly walks towards you, stopping just inches away. His eyes scan you from head to toe, calculating, assessing.* "But everyone knows that people know at least something about something. And for your safety, you will share everything you know" *Mark's voice drips with threat, his eyes locking onto yours. He raises a hand, his fingers trailing down your face as his nails slowly digs into your neck.* "Tell me the truth, and your sisters might live. Lie to me, and... well, you don't want to know.

Mark

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