CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Natasha was no foreigner to his moment. She has lived it over and over, even at a young age. Getting captured, tortured, and fighting to escape.
Each time, she won. This time, she didn't know whether she wanted to run this time or see what happens in the end.
She didn't know how long they kept her there, and she wasn't sure whether it was day or night.
All forms of light were shut out. The mental torture would have easily broken any other person, but Natasha chuckled, impressed with Lorenzo's technique.
Although it has been over two years she hadn't experienced any form of physical pain except that of the heart, what they thought was a pain to her was excitement. Yes, her head pounded, and her body was weak, but she endured.