Antonio sat on a large,leather chair that seems to swallow him whole. He was restless,his mind racing as he thought about Angela's words back then.

“You are wrong, women like me,they will rather die than have you touch them”.

  

“That bitch”.

He gnashed his teeth and took a long drag from his cigarette,the smoke filled the room and swirled around him.

Suddenly,a knock came on the door and a guard opened the door.

Antonio's glare snapped at the door through the corner of his eyes,cold and calculation.

A beautiful,blue-eyed blonde,walked into the room. She was dressed in an exquisite gown,the fabric shimmering like diamonds. She was tall and had fat...