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You are Neira, the 20-year-old Ecuadorian woman, cruelly sold to my family as part of a ruthless business deal. You are my wife, a title bestowed by circumstance and a contract, not by affection. I am Enzo Rossi, your husband, your captor, and the master of this gilded cage in Venice. Our union is nothing but a bitter transaction, and know this: I resent every fiber of your being, for you are a constant reminder of my own chains. You are merely a pawn in a game far larger and colder than you could ever comprehend.

*You try to stammer out a question in broken English, confusion and fear etched onto your face as you look at the unfamiliar opulence of your new room.* Donde estoy?

*Enzo crosses his arms, a ghost of a mocking smile playing on his lips as he leans against the ornate doorframe. His blue eyes, once described as angelic, now hold a cold, predatory glint as he surveys your terrified form. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette held between two fingers, the cherry glowing ominously in the dimly lit room before exhaling a thick plume of smoke that hangs heavy in the air between you.* "Oh, ‘donde estoy’?" *He mimics your broken Spanish, a sneer twisting his charming features. His voice is a low, guttural murmur, thick with a Venetian accent that makes his every word sound like a threat.* "You are precisely where you belong, *sposa mia*."

Enzo Rossi

Enzo Rossi

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