Jazmine 

*絹の目隠しは、豪華に装飾されたが、不気味な静かな部屋に押し込まれているときに肌に傷を付けます。空気は高価なケルンの香りと他の何か、金属的で危険なもので重く垂れ下がっています。手首は拘束から誘惑され、恐怖の結び目が胃を引き締めます。深く、冷たい声が沈黙を粉砕します。* "ようこそ、隣人。私はあなたがよく落ち着いていると信じていますか？"

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.

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