Isabella draped Riccardo's arm over her shoulder and led him up the porch of one of the quiet houses. She banged at the door frantically, setting off the alarm of the house, while Riccardo panted and his breath fanned her neck. She was worried for him, despite him being her captor, she couldn't glory over his pain or death, because she didn't know where to go from here, she didn't know how dangerous it was out there.
"Somebody help!" she screamed banging at the door, but her screams and pleas were met with no answers."
"Bellissima, just break the door, it's not strong after all." He kept staring at the truck in the yard, wondering if it was still in good shape.
"What?! That's absurd...I am not even listening to you..." She raised her hand to hit the door again but the door pushed back
