The Perfect Sin

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Last night I spent a short amount of time sat on the bed while I figured out how to set up the new camera. It's absolutely beautiful and I can't believe I even have one of this caliber in my possession.

Elio stopped by to see if I needed anything, but he lingered around for a lot longer than he probably had to. I'm not sure why, but he didn't attempt to give an explanation for it either.

Perhaps it's about what happened the other day with Davide? I don't know if he actually saw anything or how much he heard, if anything at all, but it's unlike him to stop by and check in.

Sofia also stopped by to let me know that Leandro has left town until Monday, which has eased my nerves a little but it doesn't rid them all, knowing Davide is still roaming the house.

What if he tries to come back in here again? I thought it was bad enough with the potential threat of Leandro coming in here if he decided to, but now I have Davide to worry about too?

What happens next time if he tries it again and he manages to get me on my own completely? If Elio doesn't come in to prevent him from doing anything more?

No.. I can't think like that. This entire house is full of men who are probably just like Davide. What's to say that none of them could try the same thing?

Oh God, wait, no. Why did I even think that? That's just even worse.

What if one of these men actually did something to me? Hurt me? Killed me? Would Renzo? I mean, he's threatened me more times in the past few days and I can keep track of and scares the absolute crap out of me.

So, probably.

Just thought of being here in the situation that I'm in literally makes me want to vomit. Renzo expects me to do what exactly? His dirty work? Snap a few pictures of some people like I'm a fucking P.I or something?

He's cold. Heartless. There's nothing behind those deep brown eyes except a man who cares for nothing but himself.

At the end of the day, he can walk around this huge house and get into his flash cars, sprouting his orders and treating people like garbage, but all of it means nothing. All the money in the world —which he probably has— would never change the fact that he is a cruel, ice cold excuse for a man whose only ever happy when he's causing pain to someone else.

A knock at the door pulls me from my fast spiralling thoughts and I glance up from the bed, watching it open slowly.

Renzo appears, his eyes instantly landing on me. I continue to look at him but remain completely silent, making no attempt to speak to him first.

"Someone will come by soon to dress you and take care of your hair and make up." He announces.

"My hair and make up?"

"You'll need to look presentable if you're to be seen with me." He states bluntly.

I almost scoff but somehow manage to conceal it. So first of all he forces me to stay here, then he forces me into this agreement with him, and now he's forcing me to play dress up too?