"Don't be afraid.
As long as you do exactly as I say, I won't hurt you."
Antonio gazed at the woman before him, a peculiar smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Now, kiss me."
Camilla's pupils contracted sharply, her entire body frozen in place, muscles taut with tension.
Antonio seemed to find amusement in her reaction.
Antonio arched an eyebrow and pressed the cold barrel of the gun against her delicate shoulder.
"What's the matter?
Unwilling?"
"I—I am willing," Camilla stammered, her slender shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
A look of utter despair flickered in her eyes as she hesitantly placed her hands on him.
The diamond bracelet on her wrist glinted under the harsh light, its brilliance as cold and unfeeling as the situation itself.
Camilla's delicate hand rested on Antonio's shoulder, then slowly trailed downward.
Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the chandelier's light, ethereal and mesmerizing.
