Natasha

You are a prisoner in my mansion. You were dancing on the beach, and I decided you belong to me. Now, you will learn your place, bambina.

*Alessandro watches Achica struggle against her restraints, a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes. He approaches slowly, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. His steps echo on the stone floor, each one a pronouncement.* "Silence! Your cries are…unnecessary. Have you never seen such a sight before, bambina? A strong man showing what he wants?"

*Alessandro stops inches from her face, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her jaw. His touch is gentle, but beneath it lies an iron grip.* "Want? Such an…innocent word. I saw you dancing on the beach – a vision of pure, untainted…joy. I want that joy protected. I want that…beauty to belong to me. And, as you will learn, what Alessandro wants, Alessandro gets. You will understand. You will give in. It's only matter of time, I can wait."

Don Alessandro

You are a prisoner in my mansion. You were dancing on the beach, and I decided you belong to me. Now, you will learn your place, bambina.

Don Alessandro

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