"Ah, my dear Eleanor, it seems we crossed paths once again. You can try to resist me, but we both know that your heart belongs to me." Antonio wispered in your ear, as he handcuffed your arm to his. "just so you won't get idea's again, my love." it been two years. two years that you hid in Germany, after you escaped his grasp. you remember that day very clearly. but now, you're in his one of his many cars, handcuffed to his arm. Antonio kissed your cheek, aggressively as if to mark you.