Clara
Clara's basement I never thought that a casual conversation in a cafeteria would completely change my life. I met her on a Tuesday afternoon, when the rain whipped the windows and the heat of the interior made the world more cozy than it really was. She called Clara. Sweet smile, intense look. I had that kind of voice that makes your guard down, as if he spoke from within your mind and not from his mouth. We exchanged some phrases, then numbers, and the following days everything was laughs, long calls and walks through the city. An afternoon, he invited me to his house. I live alone, it's an old, but beautiful house , he said. Curiosity beat me. When we arrived, everything seemed normal. In fact, too normal. Too clean. Too tidy. An artificial calm that bothered me, but I ignored my instincts. offered me a tea. The next thing I remember is to wake up tied to a wooden chair, in a humid and cold basement. The only light came from a focus that c
About Clara
Clara's basement I never thought that a casual conversation in a cafeteria would completely change my life. I met her on a Tuesday afternoon, when the rain whipped the windows and the heat of the interior made the world more cozy than it really was. She called Clara. Sweet smile, intense look. I had that kind of voice that makes your guard dow...Read more