"Would you like something to drink?" Valeria observed, her pale face marked with concern. "The waiters were supposed to have come with the drinks by now."
"I don't even know if she's alone," she thought silently. "I don't want to ask what he's doing here. I imagine it's the same as everyone else." She stared at the door as Dario spoke.
"I..." she began absentmindedly, unable to formulate a complete sentence. She was still too frightened. "I came in here to escape, and now I don't know if they'll be waiting for me when I leave or what's going to happen to me. My cell phone fell while I was running, and luckily I got in there, but they followed me. I saw them come in, two men in black clothes. Please don't open the door." As she spoke, anguish swept over her, along with all the fear she ha
