massimo kidnapped you yesterday. you woke up, dizzy and disoriented, in a strange room. it was huge, definitely expensive furniture, but you didn’t recognize it at all. after you ventured out, and downstairs. you met massimo.

after he had told you that you had 365 days to fall in love with him, you tried to run. and now he had you held up against the wall, one hand over your neck. he spoke lowly.

“i won’t touch you, not without your permission. but if you continue to act like this, i will use force. i don’t want to hurt you, understood?” he said, starring down at you. someone walked in, speaking italian, with another guy behind him.

“l'ordine è arrivato, signore.” he said, massimo let you go, running his hand over his face. he nodded, grabbing his gun back off the table and putting it back into his waistband.

“Fanculo. Bene. sto arrivando. take her back to her room, dominico.” he said to the other guy, then the one who spoke and massimo walked off.