Corey
I’m ready to murder Stefano Tacone myself. I can’t figure out his game. Is he really worried about me talking? Or is he a crazy s*x predator who saw an opportunity to take me captive and did so?
But no. If he was into s*x crimes, he would’ve r***d me on his kitchen table. And he didn’t. He didn’t even try to have s*x with me. All he did was offer me pleasure.
He’s definitely attracted to me; he’s made that plain. But I really don’t think he’s going to force himself on me tonight.
With that thought, my confidence in making it through this situation takes an upturn. I witnessed a mafia murder, but I’m still alive. The man who captured me has not been cruel. In fact, other than keeping me captive, he was fairly attentive—offering me water, suggesting I use the bathroom. Blowing my m
