Chapter 14

• Mariselle did not need a soothsayer to tell her she was in for a rough ride and Carlo would make her captivity a nightmare for disrespecting him the way she did, earlier.
• How hard can her life get? She asked herself with a shrill shrug.
• Just then, the heavy thud of the cell door reverberating through the immensely oppressive darkness was the only warning Mariselle received causing her to squirm. A faint, almost imperceptible sliver of light from the corridor momentarily cut through the absolute darkness before being swallowed whole. Footsteps, hesitant and shuffling, then the soft scrape of a body slumping against the cold wall. Mariselle, still reeling from Don Carlo’s threats against Manuel, instinctively recoiled, pressing herself further into the damp corner. Her heart hammered a frantic beats against her ribs, a drumbeat of fear and despair that sent hot bile up her throat, she tried to swallow but her saliva seemed to have dried up.