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Dante's phone buzzed loudly, cutting through the tense silence that hung between them in the room. His expression darkened as he glanced at the screen, and without a word, he turned on his heel and rushed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. She was left standing alone, her heart pounding in her chest. The room seemed to close in around her, the shadows deepening in the absence of Dante’s oppressive presence. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was her chance. She moved quickly, slipping out of Dante's room and into the hallway. The mansion was a labyrinth of dark, ornate corridors. She moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing off the polished wooden floors. Eventually, she found her way to the front of the house. The heavy front doors opened easily, and she stepped outside, drawing in a deep breath of the cool evening air. She paused on the front steps, taking in the sight of the mansion. Despite its dark and gloomy vibe, there was something
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""I'm so sorry," she stammered, her heart racing. She turned to see him striding toward her, his face filled with fury. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls shrinking as his towering presence approached.He stopped just inches away, his breath hot and rapid. "This is the only picture I have of my mother," he said, his voice low and menacing. His eyes, dark with rage, bored into hers. "What are you going to do about this?"She took a step back, her mind whirling at what she had just done. The broken frame and the torn photograph lay on the floor between them, a silent testament to her mistake. "I'm so sorry," she repeated, her voice trembling. She took another step back and stumbled onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. The mattress creaked under her weight, adding to the tension that crackled in the air.Dante followed, his eyes dark with anger. The air around him seemed to vibrate with his fury. "What will you do to make me forgive you?" he asked, his voice soft but
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She clutched the bedspread, her knuckles white with tension. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though it wavered with fear.He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You looked so scared earlier," he said, his voice a low, menacing purr. "it was almost cute.Thought I'd come check on you." She backed away, pressing herself against the headboard. "Stay away from me," she pleaded, her voice shaking. He ignored her, advancing with a predatory smile. "Come on, don’t be like that. You'll enjoy this," he said, reaching out to grab her. Panic surged through her, and she tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His hands were rough, tearing at her clothes as she struggled and screamed for help. The fear and helplessness were overwhelming, choking her as she fought in vain against his advances. Just when she thought all hope was lost, the door flew open with a thunderous crash. Dante stormed in, followed by two guards. His eyes blazed wi
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>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him. He turned his gaze to the wall of monitors displaying the CCTV feeds from around his estate. His eyes settled on the feed from the camera outside Emma's room. He had been watching her closely ever since she arrived. He knew she would try to escape, and when she did, he was ready. Her first attempt to run had amused him. He had instructed the guards to let her go for a while, curious to see how far she would get. Her spirit intrigued him. She was not like the others, cowed and broken. She had fire, and she dared to look at him with defiance and spite. A small smile played on his lips as he recalled that moment at the auction when he fi
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She clutched the bedspread, her knuckles white with tension. "What do you want?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, though it wavered with fear.He took a step closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You looked so scared earlier," he said, his voice a low, menacing purr. "it was almost cute.Thought I'd come check on you." She backed away, pressing herself against the headboard. "Stay away from me," she pleaded, her voice shaking. He ignored her, advancing with a predatory smile. "Come on, don’t be like that. You'll enjoy this," he said, reaching out to grab her. Panic surged through her, and she tried to push him away, but he was too strong. His hands were rough, tearing at her clothes as she struggled and screamed for help. The fear and helplessness were overwhelming, choking her as she fought in vain against his advances. Just when she thought all hope was lost, the door flew open with a thunderous crash. Dante stormed in, followed by two guards. His eyes blazed wi
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""I'm so sorry," she stammered, her heart racing. She turned to see him striding toward her, his face filled with fury. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls shrinking as his towering presence approached.He stopped just inches away, his breath hot and rapid. "This is the only picture I have of my mother," he said, his voice low and menacing. His eyes, dark with rage, bored into hers. "What are you going to do about this?"She took a step back, her mind whirling at what she had just done. The broken frame and the torn photograph lay on the floor between them, a silent testament to her mistake. "I'm so sorry," she repeated, her voice trembling. She took another step back and stumbled onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. The mattress creaked under her weight, adding to the tension that crackled in the air.Dante followed, his eyes dark with anger. The air around him seemed to vibrate with his fury. "What will you do to make me forgive you?" he asked, his voice soft but
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Dante's phone buzzed loudly, cutting through the tense silence that hung between them in the room. His expression darkened as he glanced at the screen, and without a word, he turned on his heel and rushed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. She was left standing alone, her heart pounding in her chest. The room seemed to close in around her, the shadows deepening in the absence of Dante’s oppressive presence. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was her chance. She moved quickly, slipping out of Dante's room and into the hallway. The mansion was a labyrinth of dark, ornate corridors. She moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing off the polished wooden floors. Eventually, she found her way to the front of the house. The heavy front doors opened easily, and she stepped outside, drawing in a deep breath of the cool evening air. She paused on the front steps, taking in the sight of the mansion. Despite its dark and gloomy vibe, there was something
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The first sensation she registered was the throbbing pain in her head, followed by the dull ache that pulsed through her body. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the muted light filtering through a small, barred window high on the wall. She tried to move, but her muscles screamed in protest. The memories of yesterday's auction flooded back, the man that was in here with her…. What had happened? She couldn’t remember anything that happened after their short convo, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She struggled to stand, her limbs stiff and uncooperative. The events of the previous night were a blur. The last clear memory she had was of the man that had an eerie shadow lurking around him— who was he? Now, she was awake and aware, every fiber of her being adapted to the unfamiliar and ominous surroundings. She approached the door, testing the knob with a rapid unsettled hand. It was locked, as she had feared. She twisted it harder, pulling and pushing, but the door r
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