TRISTAN'S POV,
5th of August,
I entered the room where that fu.cker was tied up. He gasped seeing me, A scared look in his fu.cking face, desperately trying to move away. Unfortunately he was tied to the moveable bed.
I grabbed a chair sitting next to him.
Sighing I asked,
"Perché(Why)?"
He stayed quiet, with the same shitty look.
"Ho chiesto perché ... The f**k .... l'hai fatto(I asked why...The Fuck....did you do that)"
"Io ... io ... io ... sono ... io non ... io ... ero ... ubriaco,(I...I...I....am....I didn't...I...was...Drunk)" He shuttered increasing my anger.
"A...an...and," I mimicked.
"Lei ... mi ha colpito ... mi ha colpito ... quando ... stava scappando, io ... io ... io sono ... scu...(She...she hit...hit me....when she...was escaping, I...I...I am....Sor..)
