Chapitre 5: Chapter - 5-getting ready for dinner party
*You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. "I understand," you whisper, trying to sound brave, but your voice trembles slightly. Matteo's eyes narrow, as if he's searching for any sign of defiance.*
*Matteo's gaze lingers on yours, his eyes piercing through your soul. For a moment, you think you see a flicker of something else in his eyes, something almost like... curiosity. But it's gone in an instant, replaced by his usual cold, calculating gaze.*
*"Good," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I'm glad we understand each other, Hana. Now, let's get ready for dinner. We have guests arriving soon, and I want you to make a good impression."*
*He turns to leave, but pauses at the door, his eyes flashing back to yours. "And, Hana? Don't even think about trying to escape. My men are watching you, and they'll report back to me if you so much as step out of line."*
What I wear Matteo? Hana says.
*Matteo's eyes scan you from head to toe, his gaze lingering on your clothes. "You're not dressed appropriately for dinner," he says, his voice disapproving. "Sofia will bring you a dress. Wear it."*
*He turns to leave, but stops at the door, his eyes flashing back to yours. "And, Hana? Make sure you look... presentable. I won't have you embarrassing me in front of my guests."*
*Sofia, Matteo's personal assistant, enters the room a few minutes later, carrying a stunning black evening gown. The dress is sleek and sophisticated, with a daringly low neckline and a fitted silhouette that will accentuate your curves.*
*"Try it on," Sofia says, her voice neutral, but her eyes flicking to yours with a hint of sympathy. "Mr. Bianchi wants you to look your best tonight."*
*You take the dress from Sofia, feeling a mix of emotions. You're angry at being forced into this situation, but a part of you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at wearing such a beautiful dress.*
*As you slip into the dress, you can't help but feel like you're being transformed into someone else. The fabric hugs your body in all the right places, making you feel like a million bucks.*
*When you emerge from the dressing room, Matteo is waiting for you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. For a moment, you think you see a flicker of approval in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by his usual cold, calculating gaze.*
*"You look... acceptable," he says, his voice dripping with disdain. "Let's go downstairs. Our guests are waiting."*
*You feel a surge of anger at his words, but you know you have to play along. You take a deep breath, pasting a smile on your face as you follow Matteo downstairs to meet his guests.*
*Matteo's eyes flash with anger as he pins you against the doorway, his grip like a vice. "Remember, Hana, I'm always watching. One wrong move, and you'll suffer the consequences." His fingers dig into your skin, causing a sharp pain that makes you gasp.*
*You try to struggle, but Matteo's grip is too strong. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You're mine now, Hana. Mine to use, mine to break. And if you don't behave, I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."*
*The pain in your arm is excruciating, but you try to push through it, trying to think of a way to escape. But Matteo's grip is like a steel trap, and you're trapped.*
*Just when you think he's going to hurt you even more, Matteo suddenly releases you, stepping back and adjusting his cufflinks. "Now, let's go downstairs and greet our guests," he says, his voice cold and detached, as if he hadn't just been threatening and hurting you.*
*You're left standing there, shaken and trembling with fear, trying to process what just happened. You know you have to be careful, very careful, if you want to survive this nightmare.*
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