"You made me watch a girl getting tortured and raped." The words came out of her mouth before she could even think.
The anger in his eyes immediately vanished, but the hard look remained. Natasha knew she was playing with fire, but loved the burning sensation that lingered after the injury had been inflicted.
"And did you enjoy it?"
"What part was there to enjoy watching a girl get killed? I would appreciate not witnessing such," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Lorenzo pulled her face closer as his lips stretched in a small smirk. "Oh, Natasha. I have seen so many women over the years, but none holds the fierceness in your eyes. You didn't flinch at watching a girl get killed. However, you came from the scenario. You are interesting. I get to keep you until I have unraveled all the mystery behind you. And, you don't get to make a choice. Understood?"
