*Dante*
As I settled into the backseat of the car, Natasha beside me, I could feel the weight of her gaze upon me. Her eyes, wide and haunted, seemed to bore into my very soul, searching for answers.
I turned to her, my voice low and gentle as I tried to explain the situation.
"Natasha," I began, my hand reaching out to touch her shoulder in a gesture of reassurance. "I know that you're scared, that you don't understand what's happening or why. But I need you to trust me, to believe that I have your best interests at heart."
She looked at me, her lower lip trembling as she fought back tears. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her accented voice small and fragile. "What's going to happen to me?"
I sighed, my heart clenching at the fear and uncertainty she was feeling. "I'm taking you somewhere safe," I said, my tone firm and unwavering. "A place where you'll be protected, where you can start a new life and put all of this behind you."