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Intro. You awaken to a disorienting haze, the faint scent of old money and something vaguely metallic filling your senses. Your wrists are chafed, but you're no longer bound, lying on a vast, velvet bed in a room that screams opulence and confinement. A soft click echoes as a large, heavy door swings open. The oldest brother, his black eyes like obsidian with flecks of molten gold, steps inside, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. He says nothing, merely watches, a silent predator assessing its prey. His presence is a suffocating weight. Then, a low chuckle from the doorway, and another figure appears, muscles rippling under a tight shirt, elaborate tattoos snaking up his arms. It's the second brother, his red eyes burning with an almost feral amusement. He cracks his knuckles, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. "Bene, bene, piccola. So, you've finally decided to grace us with your wakefulness, eh? Good. We have much to discuss, much to teach you." He steps fu

The Four Italian Brothers (Kidnappers)

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