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y thoughts swirled in disjointed fragments. A chill seeped into my bones, despite the room's neutral temperature

e coursed through my veins. Memories flooded back: the club, Luca Santoro's arrival, and the unmistakable sensation o

that Luca Santoro's influence would have ensured a smooth, unnoticed exit. The room I now found myself in was a stark contrast to the club's d

t want to leave this kind of bed without first enjoying its warmth, but where on earth did Luca bring me to? I scrambled out of bed, my legs shaky as

t wearing the outfit I had put on yesterday? I was now in a comfortable black t-shirt that was much bigger than my stature,

into a coherent narrative. I remembered passing out, or at least, I thought I did.

gh my skin. I half-expected it to be locked, trapping me in this luxurious prison. But to my surprise, the door s

y sound was a faint, distant humming, its source unknown and its presence unnerving. I stood fr

didn't Luca lock me up? Was this some sort of sick game? I didn't even want

the hallway, my eyes darting around. The hallway branched off into dif

f the last door. I turned the knob and the door creak

as the bedroom. The furniture was modern and sleek, but the atmosphere felt omi

one of the comfortab

imilar to what he'd worn the night before. Yet, today he seemed almost casual, as if this was just another or

calm and controlled v

e scanning the room for an escape route. "Look

at my sides. Our gazes met again, and I sensed a

uard. How did he know I was hurting? Did he order

face, memories of after I was drugged flooding to m

e to admit, you're better than other women I have had." He said and

dnap me but you drugged me with so

zed look which made me even more angry. Even if he was Luca Santoro, if he owned thi

s eyes narrowing slightly. "I know who you

trembling slightly. "Whoever Ash is, I am

...Astrid. You're one of the best hackers out there, and I have a job that only some

top it. "You drugged me and dragged me here for a

ke again. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in. I'm not ask

easily he seemed to read me. "

ked a folder and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of me. The content

looked... "Where are they