Debby is vaguely aware that some oversight on her part may have hurt Cynthia.Her heart restless, she waits for Carlo to leave the cottage and sneaks off to Cynthia's bedroom alone.Cynthia was sitting on the bed with her hands on her knees, her thin body huddled together, which was heartbreaking to see. Debby's voice was a little choked up and she called out softly, "Miss Cynthia ......"Cynthia didn't answer, just stared blankly out the window.She didn't want to do anything or talk to anyone. The moment her hopes were shattered, her heart died.She didn't know how to save her rest life, even if she had to welcome a new life in the meantime."Have something to eat." Debby held a plate of pastries in her hand, "I bought them when I was out the other day and I haven't had a chance to give them to you yet."At the sound of Debby's voice, Cynthia looked up at her, her eyes lingering briefly on the pastry and shook her head, she hadn't eaten a single meal since she had woken up.Affected
Cynthia's health needs to be rested and Carlo has ordered that anyone who causes her any more accidents in the future will pay with their lives .Debby has been removed from her post for neglect of duty and Cynthia has not seen her for three days.Every day Cynthia lies in bed staring out of the window, lost in thought.Every time Carlo comes to her bedside and tries to tell her something she just listens without expression and says nothing.She was like a puppet who had lost her soul."I told you not to think about leaving me, why do you still have to be so cruel, even to my child."Those were the last words Carlo said to her before he pushed open the bedroom door and left.But Cynthia was living in her own fantasy, unable to respond to his words.Suddenly she recalled the film Truman's World.So that's how Truman felt when he got the truth about this world.She smiled bitterly and stood up to pour the meal Carlo had prepared for her onto the floor next to the cage.Her body had no
Antonio is still locked up, Carlo's reason being that he cannot be released until Cynthia is pregnant. Cynthia has suffered a lot of physical damage and Dr Marco says that it will take at least three months to recover before she can conceive again, which means that Antonio will be kept here for at least three months. Cynthia begged Carlo if she could release him first, as she wasn't going to escape anyway and there was no point in keeping him locked up. Carlo touched her cheek and gently refused Cynthia's request. Cynthia bit her lip and looked away from his face. Cynthia's daily care routine was replaced by Liz, with whom she did not interact much and to whom there were only three answers to any question: yes, no and don't know. With the internal problems of his 'little family' resolved, Carlo focuses more on his business in the North End. Since he had turned down Bishop's offer to sell drugs, Bishop had been making some nasty little moves recently, not so much to make an impac
The only one who could communicate with Cynthia, Debby, had been transferred and now she spoke no more than ten words a day. Her whole body was sickly and the state of Antonio's health in captivity was the only thing that kept her going. Still looking at the cage in her room, she felt an endless wave of sorrow rising from her heart. It was as if her soul had shattered into several pieces. She had finally experienced the helplessness of those who have lost all hope, the feeling of not having any attachment to life, the peace that could disappear at any moment. Liz was never as concerned about Cynthia's state as Debby usually was, always shutting the door behind her as soon as she put down the food and water. Cynthia didn't care about this anymore, she even found it a relief to be without company. When Carlo returns with the dog, Cynthia is sitting on the balcony looking out at the view.Instead of the vague look of longing and anticipation that she used to have, she looke
As entered October, the weather was not as hot as before, and the woods not far away were deeper in green, blowing through a gust of wind with a clattering sound coming from the depths, like the trees' low chorus of farewell to summer.Cynthia had only been taken by Carlo to meet Andrea once, to look in the doorway from afar, and then to be dragged away.Whenever she mentioned anything about Andrea, Carlo gagged her and pinned her to the bed, leaving her with no energy to ask about Andrea.Dr Marco had said that she needed a period of recovery before she could get pregnant again, but Cynthia was in a hurry and she asked Marco for a pregnancy test soon after she resumed sex with Carlo, but the results were not to her liking.Carlo does allow Cynthia to go for walks, but she seems to have lost interest in the outside world, not even going to the screening room at the villa, and spends her days as a marionette, with no purpose other than to satisfy Carlo's sexual appetite.Carlo senses
Carlo's heart was rocked by Cynthia's gaze, a sight of death and determination, as if she was saying goodbye to the world.She lay limp on the floor, like a dead fish that had given up struggling.she was not striving or suffering.She could not feel anything anymore.Now before her, her future and her life were stained with a dirty, unforgivable stain.She had been torn apart by fate, destroyed by this man, in the name of love.Now she wanted nothing more, life or consciousness, it was better for her to be stripped of it all.Carlo patted her stiff face with his hand, trying to rouse the person in front of him. But it was all in vain."Cynthia! Cynthia! Cynthia! You mustn't pretend, get up, I know I'm wrong. Don't you do this, don't you do this, I'm scared."The person in his arms was no longer responding, her pupils were out of focus and her face drooped to the side."I know... I know it's all a pretence for you, right?You're trying to lie to me again, wake up! I won't believe it."
The more Cynthia thought about it, the more it didn't seem right.The location didn't match up with what she remembered, nor did the seasons.It was as if she had lost something that she couldn't remember, especially the dark metal cage in the house, which looked creepy as hell.Cynthia was standing in front of the cage when Carlo came back and asked, "What's this? Why is there such a big metal cage inside the house?""This is ......" Carlo couldn't say, his eyes dodging and looking away."Are you hungry, I had them prepare a bit of porridge, is there anything else you'd like to eat?"Cynthia turned her head to look at him and said, "You seem to have changed."Carlo's heart jumped and he swallowed nervously and asked, "What?""Like not so silly and cute anymore."There was disappointment in Cynthia's tone, but on second thought she was happy for him, "It's good that you've regained your wits, I can save myself some worry, can you tell me what's been going on all this time?"Carlo help
In the evening, Carlo came out of the bathroom and saw Cynthia leaning against the bed reading a book.She was wearing the light white pyjamas he had bought for her, her freshly washed hair draped nicely over her shoulders.As she went through her book, her lashes were long and arched, fanning out. Her long hair was not totally dry, and water spilled onto her white nightgown.The wet garments adhered firmly to her flawless skin, her shape already petite, and the wet clothes wrapped around her body seemed much more enticing.She had obviously not noticed that he had been staring at her since he had come out of the bathroom.Her attention was all focused on the book in her hands.Her whole body looked a little rounder after all the toning she had done over the past few days.Her fingers gripping the book were slightly pink and her face had a healthy flush.Looking at her pink face, he couldn't help but want to get closer to her.He always felt that since her memory loss until now, the a
Pregnancy is a delicate moment when you can't be wounded, can't get near to your lover, and can't endure cerebral stimulation.Carlo had the entire third floor of the staircase thickly carpeted and all the areas of the villa with right-angled edges fitted with anti-bump corners.The scene of her deliberate fall down the stairs was still engraved in his mind.He has had a deep fear of stairs ever since.In the days when Cynthia collapsed, he would see her in a vision standing at the top of the stairs, her body falling down.And he would rush to grab her body, but only held a handful of air. As if that wasn't enough, he remembered that Cynthia had been very fond of sour foods during her last pregnancy, so he ordered the maid to prepare grapefruit juice and a variety of sweet and sour snacks for Cynthia every day.Carlo underestimated her, and the change in his behavior was so obvious that Cynthia surely think it was unusual. She asked Carlo if there is something he is not telling her.
Carlo woke up to the sound of something rustling. He opened his eyes hazily and saw Cynthia standing on the balcony looking out, it was dark outside and only the thin light of the moon was coming in.Cynthia opened the window on the balcony and half of her body poked out. Carlo's heart fluttered and he quickly got up from the bed and went to the window, stopped her and took her down from the window, and they fell to the ground together."What are you doing?" Carlo's words were tinged with anger, but the end of his voice trembled slightly with fear.Cynthia, however, looked around as if she had just come back to her senses, rather unsure and confused, looking at Carlo: "What's wrong?"The cold moonlight gilded Cynthia with a cold silver rim, making her as beautiful as a false mannequin.Carlo met her eyes and saw that they were clear as water and no emotion beyond a few questions, so he dropped his heart and hugged Cynthia tightly with his heart pounding.Cynthia looked at the man in f
In the evening, Carlo came out of the bathroom and saw Cynthia leaning against the bed reading a book.She was wearing the light white pyjamas he had bought for her, her freshly washed hair draped nicely over her shoulders.As she went through her book, her lashes were long and arched, fanning out. Her long hair was not totally dry, and water spilled onto her white nightgown.The wet garments adhered firmly to her flawless skin, her shape already petite, and the wet clothes wrapped around her body seemed much more enticing.She had obviously not noticed that he had been staring at her since he had come out of the bathroom.Her attention was all focused on the book in her hands.Her whole body looked a little rounder after all the toning she had done over the past few days.Her fingers gripping the book were slightly pink and her face had a healthy flush.Looking at her pink face, he couldn't help but want to get closer to her.He always felt that since her memory loss until now, the a
The more Cynthia thought about it, the more it didn't seem right.The location didn't match up with what she remembered, nor did the seasons.It was as if she had lost something that she couldn't remember, especially the dark metal cage in the house, which looked creepy as hell.Cynthia was standing in front of the cage when Carlo came back and asked, "What's this? Why is there such a big metal cage inside the house?""This is ......" Carlo couldn't say, his eyes dodging and looking away."Are you hungry, I had them prepare a bit of porridge, is there anything else you'd like to eat?"Cynthia turned her head to look at him and said, "You seem to have changed."Carlo's heart jumped and he swallowed nervously and asked, "What?""Like not so silly and cute anymore."There was disappointment in Cynthia's tone, but on second thought she was happy for him, "It's good that you've regained your wits, I can save myself some worry, can you tell me what's been going on all this time?"Carlo help
Carlo's heart was rocked by Cynthia's gaze, a sight of death and determination, as if she was saying goodbye to the world.She lay limp on the floor, like a dead fish that had given up struggling.she was not striving or suffering.She could not feel anything anymore.Now before her, her future and her life were stained with a dirty, unforgivable stain.She had been torn apart by fate, destroyed by this man, in the name of love.Now she wanted nothing more, life or consciousness, it was better for her to be stripped of it all.Carlo patted her stiff face with his hand, trying to rouse the person in front of him. But it was all in vain."Cynthia! Cynthia! Cynthia! You mustn't pretend, get up, I know I'm wrong. Don't you do this, don't you do this, I'm scared."The person in his arms was no longer responding, her pupils were out of focus and her face drooped to the side."I know... I know it's all a pretence for you, right?You're trying to lie to me again, wake up! I won't believe it."
As entered October, the weather was not as hot as before, and the woods not far away were deeper in green, blowing through a gust of wind with a clattering sound coming from the depths, like the trees' low chorus of farewell to summer.Cynthia had only been taken by Carlo to meet Andrea once, to look in the doorway from afar, and then to be dragged away.Whenever she mentioned anything about Andrea, Carlo gagged her and pinned her to the bed, leaving her with no energy to ask about Andrea.Dr Marco had said that she needed a period of recovery before she could get pregnant again, but Cynthia was in a hurry and she asked Marco for a pregnancy test soon after she resumed sex with Carlo, but the results were not to her liking.Carlo does allow Cynthia to go for walks, but she seems to have lost interest in the outside world, not even going to the screening room at the villa, and spends her days as a marionette, with no purpose other than to satisfy Carlo's sexual appetite.Carlo senses
The only one who could communicate with Cynthia, Debby, had been transferred and now she spoke no more than ten words a day. Her whole body was sickly and the state of Antonio's health in captivity was the only thing that kept her going. Still looking at the cage in her room, she felt an endless wave of sorrow rising from her heart. It was as if her soul had shattered into several pieces. She had finally experienced the helplessness of those who have lost all hope, the feeling of not having any attachment to life, the peace that could disappear at any moment. Liz was never as concerned about Cynthia's state as Debby usually was, always shutting the door behind her as soon as she put down the food and water. Cynthia didn't care about this anymore, she even found it a relief to be without company. When Carlo returns with the dog, Cynthia is sitting on the balcony looking out at the view.Instead of the vague look of longing and anticipation that she used to have, she looke
Antonio is still locked up, Carlo's reason being that he cannot be released until Cynthia is pregnant. Cynthia has suffered a lot of physical damage and Dr Marco says that it will take at least three months to recover before she can conceive again, which means that Antonio will be kept here for at least three months. Cynthia begged Carlo if she could release him first, as she wasn't going to escape anyway and there was no point in keeping him locked up. Carlo touched her cheek and gently refused Cynthia's request. Cynthia bit her lip and looked away from his face. Cynthia's daily care routine was replaced by Liz, with whom she did not interact much and to whom there were only three answers to any question: yes, no and don't know. With the internal problems of his 'little family' resolved, Carlo focuses more on his business in the North End. Since he had turned down Bishop's offer to sell drugs, Bishop had been making some nasty little moves recently, not so much to make an impac
Cynthia's health needs to be rested and Carlo has ordered that anyone who causes her any more accidents in the future will pay with their lives .Debby has been removed from her post for neglect of duty and Cynthia has not seen her for three days.Every day Cynthia lies in bed staring out of the window, lost in thought.Every time Carlo comes to her bedside and tries to tell her something she just listens without expression and says nothing.She was like a puppet who had lost her soul."I told you not to think about leaving me, why do you still have to be so cruel, even to my child."Those were the last words Carlo said to her before he pushed open the bedroom door and left.But Cynthia was living in her own fantasy, unable to respond to his words.Suddenly she recalled the film Truman's World.So that's how Truman felt when he got the truth about this world.She smiled bitterly and stood up to pour the meal Carlo had prepared for her onto the floor next to the cage.Her body had no