Elisabeth.I wake up with a very hot feeling spreading through my body, even something very warm next to me. Ah, this is so good and comforting! I open my eyes and realize I'm lying on someone's chest. I move away a little so I can get my bearings and I'm stunned to see Mr. Dylan sleeping like an angel, I mean, just his face, because there's nothing like an angel.I bring my hand to her face, making a small caress and smile slightly. I lean down and kiss her cheek, then her lips, enjoying the softness of them.I get out of bed very slowly so as not to wake him and walk slowly to the bathroom, going to the sink and staring, surprised, at my reflection in the mirror. I'm full of hickeys, but satisfied this time. This man loves to leave marks, they even look like a vampire.I take off Dylan's shirt and turn on the shower, sighing as I feel the water wash over my body. Oh, this is so good!Why can't I deny that I like them? Why can't I run away from them? They hurt me so much and I'm here

Elisabeth.4:30 pm '' Jessica's house. '' New York '' USA.We chatted for a while, discussing what our lives would be like from now on. As much as my choice is to go back to the boys' mansion, my chest hurts knowing that I will no longer live with my best friend on a daily basis. The two of us have known each other since the time we lived in the orphanage, we were always close and we only distanced ourselves because Jess was lucky to be adopted by a considerably wealthy family, however, the physical distance did not prevent us from keeping in touch and although I was not as lucky as she is, it didn't hurt our friendship at all. That's why we promised each other that nothing will ever change, not even the hardest times.When I finish packing my bags, I turn my attention to her, who has her arms crossed and her face sullen. I smile."Friend, don't be like that. '' I leave the suitcase in the corner of the room and approach her, sitting next to her. “We promise nothing will change betwee

Christopher.After that scary call from Elisa, the five of us made our way to the place where her cell phone had last recorded her location. Arriving there, we find the car destroyed and Brian's body perforated with several shots, blood stains on the car, which is frightening. What if Elisa is dead? We looked everywhere, and nothing. Not a sign.We are nervous and I can't stand being without information anymore, thinking about what could have happened or what is happening to her. Who was the son of a bitch?We head to our shed and, partially calm, talk to our hackers, who secretly work for us, running illicit services, and try to investigate where she might be. Since her cell phone no longer shows any sign of life, we search for the security cameras on the street, which may have captured the moment those bandits motherfuckers grabbed her, even recording the license plate number of the vehicle used.I pace back and forth impatiently."Have you found any leads yet?"“Not yet, my lord. W

Thomas Thompson.When Christopher and Dylan left to pick up Elisabeth's friend, we stayed here, watching her sleep. I feel queasy, I can't stop looking at her and keep my stomach from churning at the sight of every bruise spread across her body. I can't stop thinking about what she's feeling after being in the clutches of those motherfuckers and I think I'm going to throw up. Why can't anyone be happy in this fucking life? Why can't anyone love? Why does everyone judge us and try to ruin our happiness? This has always been the case. Our parents were killed at the hands of people who were jealous because they loved each other, they couldn't bear to see their love shine through. For the mafia, love is a shitty feeling that doesn't deserve this attention.Holy shit!The guilt eats away at me. We made the mistake of not prioritizing her safety. We were so focused on having her again that we completely ignored the one thing that was valuable to all of us. Because of us, she's here now, lyi

Elisabeth. The last few weeks have been torture for me. As soon as I close my eyes, the memories of that day flood my mind, my dreams, my life. I always wake up screaming, begging for help and for them to stop torturing me. I tried to kill myself several times, but it never worked because one of the five brothers always appears and prevents me from committing the act. For many, this is seen as crazy on my part, but it's just been very difficult for me trying to live with all this stuck in my mind and body, because I feel disgusted with myself. Just look at myself in the mirror and I feel filthy.The boys try to do everything to cheer me up. Lorenzo does some antics and I even manage to find a little humor, but it's not enough for me. Sometimes they even try to take me for a walk in the mansion's garden, but I don't feel like going out and doing anything. I confess that I am afraid to leave this house, afraid of that happening to me again. I don't trust the security guards in this hou