Slave
==Matteo==
I was there. Again. Surrounded by nothing but darkness. Just like the previous time, I couldn’t move. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how much effort I put in doing so. My lips were sealed, only opening up moments later and just in time for me to say, “Anyone here?”
I got no response. Again. I cursed. What a fool I was. Of course, I'd been stuck in this limbo to know what the drill was. So, I waited.
It wasn’t long before she appeared.
Angela De La Crux, as she had told me. Donning a dazzling white gown, she drew close to me till it was just a foot that separated us.
“Could this stop?” I said before she speak. I knew just what she wanted to say. “Who are you and what the fuck do you want from me?”
She smiled, irking me more. “You’ve made so many mistakes in your past, Matteo. Don’t you think it’s time to make corrections?”
It wasn’t in me to roll my eyes. But at this point, I could care less about habits. “And who do you think you are to tell me that?”