Marie’s body jerked hard against the ropes. Blindfold tight over her eyes. Darkness pressed in. Every breath smelled of damp concrete and old cigarette smoke.
Her wrists burned where the cords bit into skin. Legs numb from sitting too long on the cold floor.
Then the voice came again, closer. She recognized the voice. Low. Rough. Familiar.
“Oh! My my… Here we are finally.” He said again.
Her whole body shook. Violent. Uncontrollable. Heart slammed against her ribs so hard she felt it in her throat. Memories came pouring in. She knew that voice. Even huskier now. Older. Angrier. But still him.
“Angelo?” Her voice came out small. Calm on the outside—storm on the inside. No answer.
Just the slow drag of boots on concrete. A chair scraped. Someone sat.
Marie’s hands vibrated behind her
