Fantasies That Make Us

"I had tried my best to get away from them. I tried several times. I used to pray in my heart that someone would walk in suddenly and see them. People did come in but it didn't help." I said. I couldn't believe I was telling this to someone other than Asha. "What do you mean “it didn't help”?" Enzo asked. I now wondered if I was making a mistake by sharing this very sensitive part of my story. “They were usually men who were a part of the group." Now I was starting to wonder whether I should just end the story already. " So what did they do that wasn't in your favour?" What kind of a dumbass can't connect the dots after all I've said so far? Was he really expecting me spell out everything word for word? " I know quite well you're dumb Lorenzo Ravelli, but I wasn't expecting it to be so severe." I snapped even though I didn't mean to. I felt bad afterwards though. Enzo had been nothing but kind and compassionate to me. I didn't need it though. I knew why anyway. He pitied me. I didn't need pity. I've survived it all on my own. He could save his sympathy for someone else. "I can't really imagine what that must feel like, dolcezza. But can I ask you one thing?" " Ask away." I braced myself for the worst. Lorenzo is quite a psycho so I wasn't expecting anything normal. "Do you want me to get revenge for you?"