TORTURE HOUSE – CONTINUED

It’s over…

It’s fuçking over…

Where is her dîck???

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The sounds of her heart slamming wildly against her ribcage echoed in her ears, making them burn with heat. What was she going to do? Should she twist and run away? Nah. That wasn’t even an option—before she could take a single step, he would catch her. She was in his turf anyway; escape was impossible. She needed to think of something to say to slip out of this situation.

Enzo’s chilly eyes were still on her, demanding an answer, and it was obvious in his gaze that he was getting impatient. She suddenly...