MEDDIE’S POV
I’m sitting in my room. It’s actually the fuckhead’s room but he only enters the room to change his clothes. It’s not like I can do much of anything now that the cunt put this collar on me. Fia is also not allowed to see me anytime other than when I’m required to go to the dining room for meals thrice a day. Even then, I don’t have the ‘luxury’ of talking to her freely.
There’s also a guard outside the door on duty 24x7. And I can only get out of the room if I have Damiano’s permission or for meal time. Since yesterday until now I’ve been shocked constantly for small things that Damiano didn’t like and twice or thrice just for the heck of it. I get it. This fucker is trying to establish his authority over me, my body, my mind.