**Lorenzo's point of view**
All good must come to an end. Isn't that how the saying goes? Or is ''it was the worst of times, it was the best of times'' as Dickens would have said it, more appropriate at this hour? I'm not completely sure, as I sit here, covered from head to toe, unable to escape the ropes that is tied firmly to my body.
There's nothing manly about my current situation. I'm lying in the trunk of a car, unable to move or figure out exactly where these motherfuckers are taking me. One thing is certain – it won't be anywhere pleasant.
I'm glad that I got to taste Adrena, if only just once. Her body and soul is the only thing keeping me alive right now, and she's the only reason, besides my mother, why I want to fight. She's so innocent, so incredibly humble and kind. And somehow, she chose to love me. The beast, who couldn't endure not being with her, despite it being for her own good.
