𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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"Alessandra," I mumble, letting go of the rope that is tying her wrists together. "I need to stop. You're bleeding and I'm getting tired."
"Desiree, please," she says. "I need you to continue trying to get my hands free. I don't care if my wrists are gushing out blood."
"If that were the case you would end up dead."
"You know what I mean." Alessandra pulls harshly on the rope. As of a result, she gasps and whimpers in pain. "Fuck, that hurt." She looks at me. "I'm going to get us out of here but I need your help first, Desiree. Once my hands are free–"
"You can get us free," I finish. "I know."
I adjust my legs to straighten out instead of being bent at the knee. They were beginning to cramp up.
"Desiree, it has been hours since I've eaten. I'm not trying to put pressure on you but the longer you take, the more energy I lose. I can't let that happen."
"That would be bad," I whisper before biting my teeth into the rope. Not even a second later I pull away and spit out the residue. "Oh, that's disgusting."
"Try untangling it again. Use your nails."
I'm a little surprised they haven't broken. I'm basically using my nails as tools which is something you aren't supposed to do.
"How long has it been since we've been taken?"
"I'm not sure," Alessandra responds. "There are no windows here so I don't know if it's day or night. Along with that, we don't know how long we were knocked out. But if I had to guess, I'd say it's been five hours."
