Massimo pov
I closed the laptop with force. I was painting hard, trying to process what I just saw. I felt numb, time froze and everything felt so surreal.
She was not Rose.
She was Lana.
My angel was Lana.
She was innocent, my innocent angel whom I broke.
Oh God!
My angel! I tortured her, I made her life a living hell, punishing her for crimes and sins she is not guilty of!
'You know how many times I have died, how many tortures I have endured? I have died every single time you punished me for things I was not guilty of, you broke me. You crushed my soul, destroyed my dreams '
Her words, her desperate screams echoes through my head. It's like they are directed straight at me.
Living memories of how I have beaten, r***d, humiliated, left her all alone in darkness and in cold.
