A devil in disguise

Ramona stepped cautiously out of her room, the feeling of freedom both foreign and exhilarating. It had been days—maybe weeks—since she had been allowed beyond those four walls. The penthouse was massive, elegant, and yet it was isolated in the middle of nowhere.

A perfect prison.

Her bare feet brushed against the marble floors as she walked aimlessly, taking in her surroundings. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the vast wilderness beyond, the dense forest stretching for miles. It was beautiful but suffocating. There was no sign of civilization, no hint of escape.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Her stomach growled slightly, reminding her she hadn’t eaten much since she got here. Maybe she could convince that new cook—Lucy—to let her have something other than whatever she was usually given.