100. Survival

ARIA’s POV

As I slowly opened my eyes, the foggy haze of unconsciousness began to clear, and I realized I was in a strange room. I was lying on a couch, my legs and hands tied up with ropes, unable to move. I was surrounded by Anthonio’s guards, their faces hidden behind black masks, their eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

My gaze shifted to Anthonio himself, sitting behind his desk, his eyes closed, and a look of serene calm on his face. He was listening to classical music, his fingers tapping gently on the armrest to the rhythm. The soft melody was a huge difference to the turmoil brewing inside me.

I struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. Fear and anxiety coursed through my veins as I realized the gravity of my situation. I was at the mercy of a madman, a man who had no problems about using violence to get what he wanted.