Isabella’s breathing was ragged as she leaned against the cold, grimy wall of the abandoned building. She could hear the muffled footsteps of Russo’s men approaching, a constant reminder that her time was running out. The darkness of the room seemed to press in on her, and she pulled off the ill-fitting security uniform in frustration, her movements jerky and filled with rage. The sound of her own laughter filled the silence, but it was more of a manic cackle than genuine amusement, reflecting her deteriorating state of mind.
The door creaked open, and Russo entered, a smug grin spread across his face. His eyes roamed over Isabella’s exposed form with a predatory gleam. “My, I didn’t have to work very hard,” he remarked, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Isabella glared at him, her f
