Chapter One Hundred and Nine

Natasha's POV

PRESENT MOMENT

Pain seared through my face and neck as something as the back of a hand hit me accross the face.

I didn't so much as flinch because that was how I was trained back in Russia. Plus the his were mere child's play compared to what I had gone through back in my home country.

It had been a total of four and half hours since I'd been in the dark room and during that time, I had beent transferred into a chair and chained up and also questioned and continuously hut everytime I refused to answer.

I wondered silently if Lorenzo was currently looking for me.

He must be worried that I had just disappeared out of nowhere.

What the fuck is wrong with you Natasha?

You should be worried about your damn self not Lorenzo!

I scolded myself,irritated that my first thought was Lorenzo instead of myself and how I was going to manage to escape. But I couldn't help it. He had told me he wabted to talk after the party and I was curious

"Are you ready to talk?" The unfamiliar