When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
The dark liquid in that expensive crystal glass burned my throat as I took a sip of it. But it also soothed me. I inconspicuously watched Elia as he walked around the room, God knows doing what. Picking up the intercom, he ordered something to Sabrina in Italian and then shot me a look before disappearing into the bathroom. I don't think I have ever sat this silent in all my life but today I was too tired and also a bit scared to open my stupid mouth. Sabrina appeared at the door along with Lena carrying a number of stuff like a big first aid box, a small glass tray, a washcloth kind of thing and a big stainless steel utensil generally used to make dough. I eyed the stuff with myriad curiosity. What was he upto? "Signore, le cose che hai chiesto," Sabrina said, looking suspiciously at