{DASHA}
My throat was raw from screaming, but I wouldn't let up. Not until that psycho came back down here and let me out.
He could not keep me locked up forever. I'd strangle him with my bare hands first. I got that he hated Sergio, but there was no reason to drag me into their mafia wars. I was an innocent bystander. Well, mostly innocent. I went into Sergio's dungeon while Nikolai was being kept there, but I hadn't done anything to this man.
The naked prisoner in that dungeon didn't resemble the handsome and charming man who'd taken me for drinks. The prisoner had been bloody and swollen, bruised and dirty, his arms hanging at weird angles, the shoulder joints definitely dislocated. Air had whistled out of his cracked lips, his face unrecognizable. He had suffered, but I felt zero sympathy for him, not after he kidnapped my sister and put a gun to her mouth.
