COLD

Isabella struggled to control her anger which was slowly rising. Angelo had described her as a whore in her presence. As if that was not bad enough, he was pimping her out on a silver platter to this wanton stranger.

Isabella was so angry that her eyes stung from the tears she tried to inhibit. She made a promise to herself that she would pay Angelo back, even if it was the last thing she did.

The man whom Angelo had offered Isabella to, could not believe his ears. He expressed his appreciation by thanking Angelo and showering him with praises. The more he stared at Isabella's fair skin and beautiful face, the more he was enthralled. "I'm going to enjoy you so much baby," he said as he walked much closer to her and grabbed her butt cheeks.

Isabella smashed one of the bottles she was holding on the man's head, drawing blood immediately. As Angelo stood up to interfere, she threw the other bottle at him. He instinctively protected his face with his arm. The bottle shattered on his arm a