CASSANDRA'S POINT OF VIEW
Dim lights, blurry visions, sounds of chains and few men chattering. Smokes are everywhere. As soon as I opened my eyes, two goons welcomed my tired and soft eyes. Both of them are puffing their cigarettes outside the cell.
"She looks fine. Is she?" I heard the man said. "Are we free to touch her?"
"That girl is owned by Cerevllo's leader. Do you want to die in his hands?"
"Well, his girl was kidnapped by ours. He will not know,"
After he said those words, the two made a boisterous shriek. Both of them are pertaining to me. As far as I can remember, Cerevllo is Pietro's organization and I was the girl they're talking about.
Waking up in an uncomfortable cell makes my nose run dry. I sneezed when I accidentally smelled dust on the ground making the two perverted jerks looked at me.