Lavina
My legs and arms feel so f*****g numb and sore, and we’ve only been stuck in here for what, an hour, maybe a little more. The second Dante’s guys dragged me and Marco down to this shitty dungeon, they chained us to the goddamn wall like animals, and now we’re just sitting here, waiting for him to show his face.
Marco’s beside me, close enough I can hear his shaky breathing, but right across from us, Andre’s hanging against the wall, looking like complete s**t. His legs are barely touching the floor, and he’s so beat up it’s a miracle he’s still conscious. His face is swollen and bruised, blood’s dried all over his skin, and the dude can’t even keep his f*****g eyes open.
And to think, Dante did all this to him just because he left his wife alone and she got snatched. Even though
