Tabitha’s POV
The pain doesn’t stop. It comes in waves, each one sharper, deeper than the last. My body aches, bruised and bleeding, every inch of me burning from the relentless torment. The men don’t ask me questions. They don’t want anything from me. I’m not involved in Fabrizio’s world, and they know it. This isn’t about information or business. It’s about control. About seeing how much I can endure before I break.
I feel my resolve slipping. Every slice of the blade, every bruise, every blow leaves me weaker, more desperate. My wrists throb against the ropes that bind me, and my legs are numb from being tied in this position for what feels like hours. My thoughts are scattered, slipping through the haze of pain that clouds my mind.
The door creaks open, and my heart skips a beat. T
