"Stand up!" His deep voice rang in her ears as she immediately rose from the floor, her hands stained with powder.
Her hair was slightly dishevelled and her breathing was faster than normal.
Malviero glared at her with an intensity that made her knees almost give away. He stood in front of her small frame, turning briefly to glance at the guards around, holding their guns and the men only stared ahead, not even, for a second, looking in their direction.
Good.
"Come closer..." he commanded the girl and she didn't dare disobey; her legs moved before her mind could catch up, and she lowered her head the moment she stood directly in front of him. Her skin had red patches of bruises she had suffered and she instinctively tried to cover them with her hands.
He hummed with pleasure, slowly taking off his suit and throwing it over the table, "Do I still need to tell you what to do?" He questioned with a raised brow, waiting for her to make a move when she only just stood there.
