CHIARA
I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me at Massimo's words. How could he be so twisted, so depraved? I was holding a knife to his throat, threatening his life, and yet he was still trying to manipulate me, to turn the situation to his advantage.
I pressed the knife deeper into Massimo's skin and more blood drips out, feeling a surge of anger and adrenaline. "You're sick," I spat, my voice trembling with rage. "You're a monster."
Massimo's eyes never left mine, and I could see the excitement building in them. He was turned on by this, by the violence and the danger. He was a predator, and I was his prey.
"Let me go right now!"
He ignores me and simply stands up to his full height. As usual, my long legs gave me an advantage, I still stumbled back a bit but immediately regain my
