MELISSA'S POV
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at the Grant's mansion
Vincenzo's hands grasped at my dress, but I struggled against him, trying to pull away. He pinned me down on the bed, his lips descending upon my neck in a fervent kiss. I twisted my head, trying to escape his grasp. "Stop it, Vincenzo! Let me go!" I cried out, my voice shaking with fear and anger. I bit down hard on his ear, trying to make him release me.
As he finally pulled back, I glared up at him, my heart racing. "You're hurting me, Vincenzo. Stop this!"
Here's a revised version of the scene that is less explicit and focuses more on the emotional intensity of the moment:
Vincenzo's hands grasped at my dress, but I struggled against him, trying to pull away. He pinned me down on the bed, his lips descending upon my neck in a fervent kiss. I twisted my head, trying to escape his grasp. "Stop it, Vincenzo! Let me go!" I cried out, my voice shaking with fear and anger. I bit down hard on his ear, trying to make him release me.
As he finally pulled back, I glared up at him, my heart racing. "You're hurting me, psycho. Stop this!
Vincenzo winced in pain and released his grip on me, clutching his ear. As I tried to stand up, he grasped my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed. His eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he whispered, "I've been craving to get closer to you, my fiery kitten."
I struggled against his hold, my heart racing with fear and anger. "I hate you!" I screamed, trying to push him away, but he held firm.
Vincenzo's actions became more aggressive, and he tore at my clothes, leaving me feeling exposed. I scrambled to cover myself with the scattered fabric, my heart racing with fear and anxiety. "What are you doing?" I demanded, trying to hide my body from his gaze.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my skin, and cupped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. I shut them tightly, bracing for the worst. But instead of the expected touch, he let go of my chin and I heard his scornful laughter echoing in my ears. I opened my eyes to see him laughing maniacally.
"You're not my type!" Vincenzo sneered, swinging me onto his shoulder as I struggled to break free. I kicked and screamed, but he carried me into the bathroom, ignoring my protests. He forced me into the bathtub, filled with warm water and fragrant herbs, and I felt a little bit of fear creep in me.
'What other form of torture was he going to inflict on me now?' I wondered.
"Don't think about it too much," he taunted, snapping me back to reality.
"You need to be healthy and alive to fully experience my... hospitality." He said, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
With that, he turned and left the bathroom, leaving me with mixed feelings.
"Hmph!" I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, surrendering to the warmth of the water. The fragrant herbs and soothing temperature lulled me into a tranquil state, and I felt my head growing heavy. I rested it on the rim of the bathtub, letting the relaxation wash over me. Before I knew it, I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
But my serenity was short-lived. Vincenzo burst into the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it with a loud click. The sound of gunshots echoed from outside the building, making me jump. My heart racing, I quickly got out of the bathtub and grabbed the blue robe hanging on the wall, wrapping it around myself.
'What's going on?' I wondered, my mind racing with questions, fears and a possibility of escaping from this psycho!
"Melissa!" Vincenzo's voice echoed through the bathroom as he burst in, sounding and looking urgent and desperate.
He grasped my wet hair, his fingers tangling in the locks, and began to pull me out of the bathroom with a sense of urgency. I stumbled forward, my bare feet slipping on the slick floor, as he dragged me along. The blue robe I'd wrapped around myself threatened to come undone, and I clutched at it instinctively.
"Hey, stop! You're hurting me!" I yelled, kicking his calf with all my might.
Vincenzo's grip on my hair faltered, and I seized the opportunity to break free. I dashed towards the door, my heart racing with hope as I turned the key in the lock.
'Maybe my dad has come to rescue me,' I thought.
As I heard the familiar creak from the door knob, I knew I had finally opened the door I grabbed the gun on the table, and made to run out but was shot on the leg by Vincenzo, causing me to cry out, "Fuck!"in agony.
"You're not going anywhere, kitten! You snitch!" he sneered, advancing towards me.
I raised myself and tried to run despite my injured leg, but the pain was excruciating.
" You're a Hilter and a Hilter is strong." I mumbled as I limped with all my might.
I raised the gun and shot at Vincenzo's leg, only to realize it was a toy water gun.
"Damn it!" I exclaimed, frustration and despair washing over me. I threw the gun at Vincenzo and tried to limp away as fast as I could, but my leg felt like lead. Blood gushed from the wound, and I knew I had to escape or I'd pass out and be tortured more by this psycho.
Just as Vincenzo was about to grab me, a sudden attack from behind sent him flying. Taking advantage of the situation, I grabbed the gun from the nearby dead body, my heart racing with gratitude. It was one of my dad's men, and the sight of him filled me with hope.
"My dad should be somewhere close," I mumbled as I began to glance back at Vincenzo fighting with whoever attacked him, he was getting the upper hand.
"There's no time for this, keep moving." I said to myself, encouraging myself to move.
As I tried to move, my vision began to blur and my head spun wildly. Everything around me became foggy.I tried to shake off the dizziness, but it only intensified. Suddenly, a vague figure stood before me, their features indistinct. I turned around, trying to clear my vision, and that's when I saw him - a familiar figure walking towards me .
My heart racing, I tried to run but one of my legs was injured by a gunshot and my head wasn't cooperating. The figure drew closer, and just before I could figure out who, I blacked out.