Doubt

Diana

I convinced Dragon to go talk to his brothers in the jacket as night began to fall, taking every minute in a slow pleasure loaded with anticipation in undoing a few more memories from my mind, intoxicated by so many sensations that mix in the darkness in which I was forged. pleasure amid pain, so dirty and completely unavoidable.

Sitting on the sofa in the small living room, with the lights coming in through the huge window illuminating the bed crumpled by the scattered sheets, counting each minute as a silent prayer, waiting for Hunter to call me to go face to face with yet another infernal tormentor, I feel the weight of the past climbing once more up the spine like a snake slithering in search of prey.

Closing my eyes I can still remember the scent of the De Angelis brothers' perfume, their laughter next to Stefano's teasing, the pain of the scar on the collarbone reverberating through the body along with the despair when feeling the bites on the breasts, so many things hidde