Chapter 5: The Interrogation

The cold, calculating gaze of Damien Varela made Elena shiver, despite the warmth of the luxurious room. He stood before her, his eyes boring into her very soul, as if searching for the truth behind her words. The memory of his touch, the feel of his hands on her skin, still lingered, making her stomach churn with anxiety. "So, Elena," Damien began, his voice low and even, yet dripping with menace, "tell me about Alex. What do you know about him?" He walked over to a chair and sat down, his movements fluid and controlled, like a predator stalking its prey. Elena shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She was still disoriented from the chloroform, and her mind was foggy. But as she looked into Damien's eyes, she felt a surge of fear. She knew she had to be careful, that one wrong move could mean disaster. "I don't know anyone named Alex," she repeated, trying to sound convincing. Damien raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Don't play games with me, Elena," he warned, his voice cold and detached. "I know all about your little life. I know where you go to school, where you live, and who your friends are. And I know that you're connected to Alex." He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers, and Elena felt a shiver run down her spine. As she looked into his eyes, Elena saw something there that made her heart skip a beat. It was a glimmer of curiosity, of interest, that she hadn't expected. But it was quickly extinguished by his cold, calculating gaze. "I'm telling the truth," Elena insisted, trying to keep her voice steady. Damien sighed, his expression turning bored. "Very well," he said, standing up and walking over to her. "If you want to play it that way, then let's try something else." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Elena flinched, trying to move away, but she was bound too tightly. Damien's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "You're afraid of me," he said, his voice low and husky. "And you should be." As he spoke, Elena felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She knew she had to think fast, to come up with a way to escape, or at least to stall for time. But as she looked into Damien's eyes, she saw something there that made her heart skip a beat. It was a glimmer of uncertainty, of doubt, that she hadn't expected. "Why are you doing this?" Elena asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Damien's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm doing this because I want to," he said, his voice low and menacing. "And because I can." As he spoke, Elena felt a chill run down her spine. She knew she was in grave danger, that she had to find a way out of this situation before it was too late. But as she looked into Damien's eyes, she saw something there that made her heart skip a beat. It was a glimmer of curiosity, of interest, that she hadn't expected. And in that moment, Elena realized that Damien Varela was not just a ruthless mafia boss, but a complex, multifaceted individual, full of contradictions and surprises. And she knew that she had to be careful, that one wrong move could mean disaster. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with tension. Elena waited, her heart pounding in her chest, for Damien's next move. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there that made her wonder if she was already too late.