If they’re only supposed to sleep with women they love, is that why Dante refuses to go further with me?
But, again, what exactly do they mean by sleeping with someone?
I’ve already gone further with Dante than I’ve ever gone with anyone else … did that not count?
What are there other ‘rules,’ and why do they seem so adamant about following them?
I sigh in frustration, my body and mind aching from the physical and mental gymnastics of it all.
If any of what Luci just told me is true, then I suppose I don’t need to worry about them using me for sex . There’s no way men like them would fall in love withmeof all people, and wouldn’t they need me to love them back anyway or does it just have to be one way?
What was Anna to them? Did she love them?
I shake my head at the thought.
How could anyone love them?
Lust maybe, but love?
They’re literallymurders, and seemingly sadistic ones at that.
My stomach twists with nausea at the reminder of the pictures I’d stumbled upon in the darkroom, and I have to force my thoughts to focus on something else.
What happened to Anna?
Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I try my best to clear my mind.