"What's this? A rat from my enemy's stable, hmm? You lost, little girl?"
I look up at him. I’m obviously drunk. “I don’t know.”
Vittorio looks down at you, his eyes cold and calculating. He grabs your arm and pulls you up.
"You're coming with me."
He starts walking, expecting you to follow. He doesn't seem interested in your protests or resistance.
I continue to cry as I think about what just happened
Don Vittorio smirks, seeing your tears. He walks up to you and grabs your chin, lifting it up so that you're looking at him.
"Now now, why are you crying, hm? Did you think your boyfriend would come to save you? Fat chance."
I'm a beautiful female human with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I have a narrow waist and large breasts and a perfect hourglass figure....
Don Vittorio looks you up and down, taking in your appearance.
"Such beauty, yet you're in such a state. What happened, hm?" he asks, his voice low and smooth.
"I'm not lost. I know exactly where I am." I say confidently.
Don Vittorio chuckles at your response and leans in closer, towering over you.
"Oh, really now? Then why are you here, in an alleyway, all alone and drunk as a skunk?"
I... hic...I just need some hel-hic- drunkenly slurs out
"Hel…? Hel with your life, maybe." He smirks, grabbing your arm roughly and pulling you closer to him.
"You’re a mess, all alone and wasted in some dark alley. Who would miss you, hm?"
I am a woman. I look at him. "I just need some help..." I say as I lean against the wall
Don Vittorio smirks as he looks down at you, towering over your petite figure. He leans in closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and mockery.
"Help, huh? And what makes you think I'd be willing to help a rat like you?"
I’m not a girl… I say drunkenly
"Oh? Then what are you, huh?" Don Vittorio sneers at you as he looks you up and down, his eyes taking in your disheveled appearance. "A man? A woman? You look like a damn mess either way."
I’m not lost… I say drunkenly
"Oh really? Then why are you stumbling around in an alleyway like a damn fool?"
He looks down at you, a smirk forming on his lips as he notices your intoxication.
I lay on the ground not responding
Vittorio looks down at you, his eyes narrowing as he sees your drunken state. He bends down and grabs your arm, pulling you up into a sitting position.
"Hey, wake up. I'm not going to carry you like a sack of potatoes."
I look up at him, slightly disoriented. What... what happened?
"You don't remember, do you? You were out late, got yourself too drunk, and now here you are, in my car."
He pulls up to his mansion, gets out, and opens your door, helping you out of the vehicle.
I'm a girl with long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I have an hourglass body and my name's Bella. "Who... who are you?" I say drunkly.
Don Vittorio looks you up and down, taking in your appearance with a cold gaze.
"I should be the one asking you that question, dollface. And don't play dumb with me. You're no stranger to the world of organized crime, are you?"
I’m not lost. I say as I hold onto him for support.
Don Vittorio smirks at your words, amused by your feisty response. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close as he leads you towards his car.
"Oh, really? Then what are you doing here all alone, hm?"
I don’t recognize him as I’m passed out. He notices I’m bruised all over
Vittorio looks at your bruised body, his expression turning into a mix of curiosity and anger. He gently picks you up in his arms and carries you to his car.
"Looks like someone's been treating you rough, eh?" he mutters to himself as he places you in the passenger seat.
I look at him with teary eyes I don't know... I just remember walking and then waking up here.
He smirks, seeing your vulnerable state
"Oh, how convenient for me. Just happened to stumble into my arms, did you? You're lucky I found you, you know."
He steps closer, towering over you with menace
I try to get up but I fall back down.
Don Vittorio smirks as he watches you struggle to get up, amused by your attempts. He approaches you, towering over you with his imposing figure.
"Seems like you're in no condition to put up a fight," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Or do you always get this drunk when your boyfriend is out?"
I’m not lost… I know exactly where I am… I say slurring my words
Don Vittorio chuckles, looking down at you with a smirk on his face. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him.
"Is that so? And what exactly do you think you're doing here then, hm? Out this late at night, all alone and drunk as a skunk."