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~~~Three Months Later~~~

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~~~Three Months Later~~~

Katherine POV

"Can I take it off now?" I asked

"No." Marino said as he parked the car.

"Please? I have PTSD." I said. It was kind of true. I've never been blindfolded before, but I feel like I'm being kidnapped...again.

"Why?" He asked.

"I feel like I'm being kidnapped again." I said.

"I never kidnapped you." He said.

"You did. Technically."

"Technically I did not. I saved your life and decided not to let you leave." He said and then I heard the car door slam on his side. Seconds later I heard my car door open and Marino helped me up.

Antonio was with Marco and Julia, apparently him and Marino made a bet and Marco lost. But we have 18 hours of free babysitting, so good job Marino.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Wait." He said gently pushing me forward.

"Step up." He said and I could hear him opening a door. I stepped up hesitantly then the door closed.

"Marino I swear I'm not in the mo—"

"Look." He said taking the blind fold off.

I opened my eyes and looked around. My mouth hung open slightly as I was completely amazed by what I was seeing.

I was standing on a marble floor, the floor around me was also marble. There was a large, wide slightly curved staircase to my right. A living room with a TV on my far left, and a huge chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

You could clearly see the second floor from where I was standing, there were four doors, each nearly ten feet apart on the second floor, I'm guessing they were bedrooms. There was another staircase on the second floor that looked similar to the first one, just it was on the left, not the right and it led to the third floor, which we couldn't see.

"What do you think?" He asked lowly.

"It's beautiful. But where are we?" I asked.

"Let me show you around." He said.

"Why?" I asked. "Stop asking questions, come on." He said placing his hand behind my back as he began walking. We walked by the staircase and made a right turn, walked down a short hallway and made a left, leading us to a kitchen.

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