He was back in his apartment chair. The laptop screen was black, reflecting his stunned expression. His arm felt warm. He looked down and gasped. A faint, red welt from a whip was visible across his forearm.
To his left, another chariot pulled alongside him. Steering it was a man with a fierce, scarred face and a black helmet. Leo recognized him instantly from his grandfather's old movie posters. It was Messala. Ben-Hur_streaming_Italiano_In_Altadefinizione
Leo reached out to refresh the page, but as his finger brushed the trackpad, a sudden, blinding flash of light erupted from the monitor. He was back in his apartment chair