Chamber of Torture

Damiano

“Getting drunk now?” Arianna made herself comfortable on the couch in front of me.

“Shut up.” I replied while pouring my third glass of whiskey and leaned back. I took a slow sip as I looked at her, noticing a few bloodstains on her clothes. “What did you do?” I didn’t care what she had done to Sofia, but I needed to know if she was well enough to get on a plane and get the fuck away from here.

“Just had a little fun with her. Might have smacked her around a bit, broke a few bones here and there. Her nose is broken, too. At least, it looks like it.” She shrugged, checking her nails as she spoke. Lorenzo returned and settled down next to Arianna, pouring himself a drink.

“She’ll be on a plane first thing tomorrow.” He said and downed the drink in one go.

“Good. And Althaia?” I asked.

“Upstairs. Resting in Cara’s room.” I clicked my tongue at the information. She didn’t even want to stay in my room.

“How pissed was she when you told her?” Arianna looked at me with a raised brow.