ITHRA’S POV
I returned to my room from dinner with Cole, escorted by two guards.
Dinner with Cole was painful. Listening to him yap about how I needed to be good to enjoy more of these ‘privileges’ with him made my stomach churn.
I sat there like a moron while he fussed over me like he didn’t beat me a while ago. I could feel my sanity dwindling the more I remained here. Much more than anything, I craved freedom.
Freedom that Cole has vowed never to give me. I was trapped in an insane nightmare that was my life. One would think I have suffered enough to experience peace but whoever wrote my story thought otherwise.
We arrived in front of my door and they opened it, silently urging me inside the dark room. I walked in and the door was shut and locked.
I sighed and felt the walls around me, looking for a light switch.