'Fottuta mierda, che figlio di puttana' shoots through my head when I see Jason bring that candlestick down. I try to duck away from the blow, but it's too late, I can just avoid the worst. My head seems to explode, then all is dark.
When I regain consciousness, my hands are tied behind my back, my feet are tied. But to my surprise I'm still in my clothes. I keep my eyes closed. I feel something warm and sticky all over my head. I guess I must be bleeding like a pig. And my head hurts like hell. I hear footsteps, then someone is poking me in the rips. „Wake up, bitch!“ It's Jason. I pretend to be still unconscious. Another blow to my rips. „Looks like you really got it, huh? Thought a little cocksucking would make me forget what you did to me, huh? No way. You just wait here till I return with a collar, and then we'll have a nice torturing session until you tell me where the keys are.“ I hear the door open and then all is quiet.
What a fuckhead. What a goddamned fucking fuckhead. Vaffanculo! I swear, if the asshole is enslaved, I rip his balls off and watch him eat them. If I get out of this, of course. But I have no doubt about that. He forgot the switchblade witch I carry with me all the time. And he doesn't know too much about knots or tieing someone. Otherwise he would have hogtied me, or he would have used wire instead of the cord from the curtains. The switchblade is out of the pocket and open in a second. Cutting the cord is a mess, though. My wrists are badly cut when I'm finished, but there is no time to lose. Once I'm free I try to stand up, but my head is dizzy and I almost lose consciousness again. I sit up and hold unto a chair, the knife all the time in my hand. When Jason steps in now, he'll find himself with the blade buried in his guts before he realizes what's happening. But he takes longer to return than I expected, and I stand up and walk to the door.

In the hallway, I meet Melissa. She gasps when she sees my blood covered face and my bleeding wrists.
„Take care, Melissa. As you can see, this is no game. Jason almost killed me.“ I don't wait for a reply, but hurry to my room. A cold shower and some bandages later I almost feel human again. I don black jeans, t-shirt and a black west with various pockets, into which i pack a couple of things that might come handy. My blonde hair is covered by a dark scarf. Then I climb out of the window and into the shed.
Two large stones and two gasoline filled Chianti bottles later I sit on a low stone wall and watch the flames lick out of Jasons and Marigays room. The explosion of Marigays trunk takes out a piece of the wall. What did that bitch carry in there? TNT or what?
Servants run to and fro and scream for water, and ten minutes later the fire is extinguished. I walk down the street towards the jetty, making sure nobody is following me. Then it's another thirty minutes through the macchia, checking several times that I'm not followed. I find a secluded place where I can watch the surroundings. I feel tired, terribly tired, but I force myself to set up several traps so nobody can sneak up to me while I sleep.