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Angling my name badge camera down, I hope to the heavens that it's capturing the ceremony. Eden, the bride, looks absolutely stunning in an ivory vintage lace gown. Her long blonde hair is a mass of waves with a lace embroidered crown nested at the top that holds an exquisite veil trailing down the aisle behind her. Two groomsmen, two bridesmaids, all Valsetti family members stand alongside the groom, Alessio Valsetti.
This is gold! This footage will be worth so much money. All the press will be in a bidding war over this. Surely it can't be this easy? Luca stands tall and stagnant. His serious expression never wavers. While the bridesmaids and guests shed tears, men smile and clap, Luca remains impassive and almost detached. The ceremony is so beautiful. I forget for a moment I am an unwelcome intruder here.
Luca's head looks up and straight in my direction. Gasping, I duck down quickly, but it feels as though it all went in slow motion. I silently pray he didn't see me all the while knowing he absolutely did. I have to get the hell out of here. I have to leave NOW!
Crawling across the floor, I move quickly towards the doorway. I freeze midway across the room when I hear multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Fuck, fuck. Looking around the room, I see a cupboard by the wall and run to it. Opening the door, I throw my head back and wince. It's full of boxes and shit. There is no way I will fit in it. The footsteps grow louder, and I swear I can hear the drumming of my ferocious heartbeat through my chest. I look around the room again and try opening the door just to the left of the cupboard. I had not noticed it there before in my panic.
It's a small bathroom, thank God. I let out a long sigh and closed the door behind me, flicking the switch to lock it. What seems like only a second later, the handle rattles, then someone bangs on the door.
"I know someone is in here. Open the fucking door," a man's voice booms from the other side of the door.
Fuck! What should I do? What do I do? Doing a quick sweep of the room, I see there is no other way out. Thinking quickly, I flush the toilet and yell back, "Just a minute," in as much of a calm voice as I can manage. Turning the tap on, I splash my heated cheeks with water and go about pretending to wash and dry my hands. I take a big breath in and out before I finally open the door.
The same ugly security guard from downstairs earlier stands at the door glaring at me. He has an even creepier-looking friend with him.
"This is not a staff toilet. You do not have permission to be up here." He frowns at me, inspecting me head to toe as if I was hiding something.
I touch my hand to my chest and pout my lips at him. "Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't know. I was about to burst, and the toilet downstairs was taken."
He stares silently at me for a long moment before another security guy holds his earpiece tightly as though he is listening to someone on the other end of it.
"Carlos, we are needed downstairs, pronto. There’s a security breach." He looks at me, then back at Carlos. "Leave her, man. We have bigger issues than her using the bathroom." He turns and leaves the room, but Carlos stays behind, his eyes narrow at me.
"Do not come back up here, or it will be the last place you will ever see. Understood."
I quickly nod, unable to speak. He takes one last look at me before turning on his heels and rushing out the door. I exhale loudly in relief as I hear them thump down the stairs. I need to get the hell out of here and fast.
Four
Scarlet
My eyes blink open, and even though I can't see in the dark. I am acutely aware that I am not alone. I can hear my shaking breaths as the side of the mattress dips down next to me.
I'm frozen. Fear has its ugly hands wrapped around me, trapping me in its hold. He is so close to me that his hot breath grazes my cheek.
"I found you," he whispers. His voice rumbles through me like thunder in a storm, prickling my skin with chills.
My mouth opens, preparing to scream, but his hand covers it, muffling my cry. Hot tears burn my cheeks as a burst of adrenaline hits my bloodstream. I can't see him, so I throw my arms into the air, hoping to connect with some part of him. My back bucks as I kick out my legs, trying to get away from him. I quickly realize how pointless my attempts are when he takes hold of my hands, pinning them above my head, and uses his knees to weigh down my legs.
His laugh echoes through the darkness, making every hair on my body stand on edge. His labored breaths match mine. He is heavy and crushing me. My muscles ache from exertion, and my mind surrenders to the fact there is no getting away from him, so I stop fighting.
After a minute of me being still, he slowly removes his hand from over my mouth.
"That's a good girl," he praises, and I wish to God I could see his face so I could spit on it.
"Just kill me already," I cry out.
"Tsk tsk tsk," he reprimands. "But that's no fun." Pressing himself against me, I panic when I feel his hardness. What the hell! I can't believe this sick prick is getting aroused at the thought of killing me.
"Get off, leave, stop." A strain of senseless, stupid words pour out of my mouth. He laughs again. It's an eerie laugh that sends chills rippling through my entire body. I swallow thickly with the regret of granting him the satisfaction. He wants me to fight. He's getting off on it.
So, I decide to lay still and quiet. Maybe this way, he will get bored and impatient, making the kill quicker.
His lips dance across my cheek and down my neck, tickling my skin. Stopping at the bottom of my ear, he sucks it into his mouth, causing me to draw in a sharp breath. With him this close to me, I can't help but notice how amazing he smells. It's a musky, vanilla, fresh kind of smell. One that does not make my body scream in danger but washes me with a gentle calmness. I try to ignore the soothing tones of it, but it surrounds me, intoxicating me like I am under a spell.
I am at his mercy, vulnerable and helpless, as his hand runs up the inside of my thigh.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, lighting up with a new notification, brightening a section of my room with it. I can see him clearly now, those indisputable piercing eyes. They warn me of all the unspeakable things he wants to do to me.
