Marcela’s heart raced, her chest tightening as she grappled with her options. She was trapped, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a vice. Slowly, she exhaled, forcing herself to stay calm as she met his gaze.
“You’re disgusting,” she spat, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “This is pathetic. You’re pathetic.”
Diego’s eyes narrowed, but instead of lashing out, he chuckled darkly, the sound chilling in the confined space of the car. “And yet,” he said, leaning closer, “here you are. Sitting in my car, at my mercy. So, who’s really pathetic?”
She swallowed hard, her mind racing. The weight of his gaze was suffocating, and she felt her resolve faltering under the intensity of his presence. Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Fine,” she
