Celeste was jolted awake by having her head dunked into icy cold water. When her assailant finally jerked her head up, tears were already streaming down her face as she struggled to feel her oxygen starved lungs with air.
"What a pretty sight" a voice laughed coldly, the near-metallic sound grating on Celeste ears.
Celeste couldn't focus yet to see who it was, she was too busy trying to ease the frigid pull on her scalp due to the way her hair was being fisted.
"Cuff the girl to the chair Cosimo, this is going to be a long conversation...and get me a whip incase she tries to get smart mouthed with me" Pietro ordered.
"Yes sir" Cosimo replied, rushing to perform his orders.
'Is this the rumored lady of the Casanova mafia? If then she is truly breathtaking and bewitching to the eyes' He thought as he cuffed her delicate hands with a rusty pair of handcuffs.