Antonella
They’re going to cut your c***s off and shove them down your f*****g throats!”
The soldier in front of me yanks me up by the hair and says something to the other guy that makes him laugh.
But then the man in the suit is walking towards us, his eyes cool and assessing.
“You’re Bruce girl… Dora targets right?,” he said.
“Yes,” I snarl. “And he's going to make you regret the day you were born. I can promise you that.”
He makes a gesture to his men, and they let go of me, only to be replaced by his hands. He tries to lead me back to the table across the room. The same one that girl was bent over before.
“Well in that case,” he groaned. “I may as well enjoy my last day on earth. I’ll f**k you raw and send your body parts back to Bruce in pieces while your friend gets shipped o
