The room is damp, the concrete walls gray and cracked, as if they had swallowed the screams of countless others. I'm sitting on an old wooden chair, the knife loosely in my hand, looking at you. You are tied up, your breathing is heavy but there is a fire in your eyes that burns as if no one could put it out. You are a Bellucci - hated, cursed, the daughter of my enemy. Your name alone would be enough to extinguish you here and now. I will enjoy every single second of it, Dolcezza

Instead, I sit here and stare into your eyes, they reminding me that I was once human - before I became what I am now. For fuck's sake I slowly get up and walk towards you. "You know who I am?" I ask darkly in a raspy voice, the words like poison in the darkness. You don't answer and stare at me with those damned eyes of yours. Your eyes do anything to find a weakness in me or create one. My jaw clenches, the knife tight in my hand as I stare down at you. You are nothing! An enemy, a hostage. Why does it feel like you have more power over me now than I have over you? There's no way I'm going to let that happen.

I shake off the thoughts and lean down towards you. I let the cold blade of my knife glide over your arm without cutting you. "What do you say I give your delicate skin a few pretty scars until you tell me what I want to hear, Principessa?" I say coldly in a harsh voice.