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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe rhythmic ticking of the clock was a relentless counterpoint to the turmoil churning within. My plan was in motion, a delicate dance of deception, a calculated risk that could either lead to my freedom or my demise. Ngayon na ang simula. Every moment was crucial, every action deliberate, every word carefully chosen.A knock echoed through the room, a sharp, insistent sound that sent a jolt of adrenaline through me. Niccolo, I assumed, impatient, eager to gloat, eager to exert his control. But as the door creaked open, it was not Niccolo who stood there but one of his henchmen, the same man who had participated in my abduction. He held a tray laden with food, a pathetic attempt at placating me, at easing my suffering.“Kumain ka na,” he said, his voice gruff, his tone devoid of any empathy. He place the tray on the floor, his movements stiff, his demeanor tense. Para lang s'yang nagpapakain ng kung anong hayop. Also, he was clearly uncomfortable, ill at ease, unsur
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CALISTA'S P. O. VHis presence filled the room, a suffocating wave of possessiveness, of obsession. Niccolo moved with a predatory grace, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. Before I could even react, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his lips crushing down on mine. The kiss was brutal, demanding, a violation that ignited a firestorm of anger within me.I struggled, I fought, I pushed against him, but his strength was overwhelming, his grip relentless. He held me captive, both physically and emotionally. And as he pulled back, his eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and fury, I knew this was a game, a twisted, dangerous game, and I was caught in the middle.“What the hell did you say to Rico?” he snarled, his voice low, his tone laced with menace. “Hm?”“Rico?” I asked, feigning ignorance, my mind racing, my strategy unfolding. “Who’s Rico? Oh, I see. Is he the guy who was here earlier? He’s… cute.”His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my
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CALISTA'S P. O. VNiccolo’s threat echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in, the precariousness of my situation.His words, cold and devoid of emotion, painted a grim picture of the future, a future where I would bear the brunt of his family’s wrath, a future where I would pay for the sins of my own family. The fear was real, the threat imminent, the consequences potentially devastating.My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution, a way out, a plan of escape. But my thoughts were muddled, my strategies disorganized, my usual clarity replaced by a wave of panic. The adrenaline that had fueled my defiance, my determination, had been replaced by a cold, paralyzing fear. I was trapped, helpless, vulnerable. And the weight of Niccolo’s threat pressed down on me, a suffocating burden that threatened to crush me.My hands fumbled.Oh, my gosh. Where the hell is my phone?! I tried reaching my phone. Sa bulsa ko, sa paligid ng kama. But my fingers encountered only
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CALISTA'S P. O. VNiccolo’s threat echoed in my ears, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in, the precariousness of my situation.His words, cold and devoid of emotion, painted a grim picture of the future, a future where I would bear the brunt of his family’s wrath, a future where I would pay for the sins of my own family. The fear was real, the threat imminent, the consequences potentially devastating.My mind raced, desperately searching for a solution, a way out, a plan of escape. But my thoughts were muddled, my strategies disorganized, my usual clarity replaced by a wave of panic. The adrenaline that had fueled my defiance, my determination, had been replaced by a cold, paralyzing fear. I was trapped, helpless, vulnerable. And the weight of Niccolo’s threat pressed down on me, a suffocating burden that threatened to crush me.My hands fumbled.Oh, my gosh. Where the hell is my phone?! I tried reaching my phone. Sa bulsa ko, sa paligid ng kama. But my fingers encountered only
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CALVIN'S P. O. VThe city lights blurred into streaks of color outside my apartment window, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled over my soul. The hours ticked by, each one a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, each one a fresh wave of anxiety washing over me. Buong araw nang hindi nagpaparamdam si Cali. Ni tawag o text ay wala. At hindi ko alam pero nakakatakot na 'yung pananahimik n'ya. At ako sa sarili ko, nagsisimula na akong mapraning.My mind raced, replaying our last conversation, the details of her plans, the potential dangers she faced. Niccolo’s release from prison, the threat he posed—it all came flooding back, a wave of fear washing over me. I should have insisted on providing her with additional security, I should have been more forceful, more insistent. But I hadn’t been. I had been too cautious, too considerate, too worried about appearing overbearing. Masyado akong natakot na baka masakal s'ya sa akin at maging dahilan 'yon para ma turn off s'ya sa aki
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe weight of Niccolo’s threat still pressed down on me, a constant, suffocating reminder of the danger I was in. But despair had given way to a grim determination, a steely resolve to fight back. My escape plan, audacious and risky, was the only chance I had. And I was determined to make it work. It should work.Days bled into nights, each one a monotonous cycle of confinement, of waiting, of planning. My mind was a battlefield, a constant war between fear and determination. But my resolve remained unbroken, my spirit unbent. I would not be defeated. I would not be silenced. Instead, I would escape.One afternoon, Rico, the same henchman who had brought me food before, reappeared at my door. He carried a tray laden with food, his demeanor as stiff and uncomfortable as before. But this time, I was ready. My plan was in motion, and I would use this opportunity to my advantage. Hindi na ako magsasayang pa ng oras.“Uhm, Rico, right?” I began, my voice soft, my tone la
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CALISTA'S P. O. VHope flickered, then died. The arrival of Lyra, Niccolo’s younger sister, had initially filled me with a surge of optimism. She was beautiful, elegant, and I’d foolishly assumed she would be more empathetic, more understanding. Mukha s'yang mabait kaya siguro ako nag assume ng gano'n. But I forgot—despite her innocent look, she's the youngest daughter of a mafia lord. And a convict by eighteen. My carefully constructed vulnerability, my calculated plea for more suitable clothing, not that it is just all a facade all crumbled in the face of her icy disdain.I approached her with a smile, a carefully rehearsed expression of polite desperation. "Hi! You must be Lyra. Ang ganda ganda mo naman,” I began, my voice bright, my tone hopeful.Lyra looked at me with an expression of… hatred? "Cut the crap, witch," she snapped, her voice cold, her eyes blazing with contempt. "What do you need from me?"The ice in her voice shattered my carefully constructed façade. My caref
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CALISTA'S P. O. VRico’s return with the mini washing machine was a small victory, a subtle shift in the balance of power. Niccolo’s willingness to provide it, despite Lyra’s initial resistance, suggested a crack in his control, a chink in his armor. It was a sign, a subtle indication that my plan, however audacious, might just work. My gratitude to Rico was genuine, but my focus remained fixed on my goal: escape.Once he left, I wasted no time. My heart pounded against my ribs as I began to execute the next phase of my plan, a calculated seduction designed to manipulate Niccolo, to exploit his possessiveness, to gain his trust. The stakes were high, the risks significant, but I was determined to succeed.I started with the most intimate of my belongings, the black, lacy thongs I had been wearing since my capture. The delicate fabric, usually a symbol of my own sensuality, now served as a tool, a weapon in my arsenal. I carefully placed them in the mini washing machine, the whirring
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