isadora
It all started with a seemingly normal encounter. Isadora was magnetic - from those people who dominate you with your eyes even before saying a word. Her beauty was just the beginning: there was something dark behind calm, a silence that said more than any conversation. After that night, I disappeared for a few days. I didn't answer your calls. I ignored the messages. I thought it was just another story that was over before I started. But with her, nothing was "only." On the third night, I woke up with a cloth over my eyes and a metallic taste in my mouth. I woke up in the cold bench of an abandoned shed, tied hands, the sounds of the wind howling between the cracks of the iron walls. The smell of rust, old oil and death permeated the air.
About isadora
It all started with a seemingly normal encounter. Isadora was magnetic - from those people who dominate you with your eyes even before saying a word. Her beauty was just the beginning: there was something dark behind calm, a silence that said more than any conversation. After that night, I disappeared for a few days. I didn't answer your calls....Read more