"The same auction house you bought me?" Ortensia asked, trying to sit up, but her legs didn't move right. Her body betrayed her, weak like jelly. She fell back onto Vito's chest, her breathing became shallow, and her heart full of something she couldn't name… maybe fear.
"Yes, doll," Vito said plainly, with no emotion. Like it was nothing but business.
"I don't want to go there," she whispered, her voice shaking. "It brings back memories… bad memories."
Vito didn't blink, neither did he soften. "When you were auctioned, doll, you didn't see anything. Your eyes were covered… your head in a hooded sack."
He was right, she couldn't deny it. Truly she remembered this, she didn't see nothing, she only heard. Her hands were bound tight in chain… and her face was covered in a hooded
