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in this room that I've been kept in for the past 5 years and ever since that day, my freedom had been snatched away from me. This room was his and mine, and I certainly did not like the idea. I wasn't allowed to leave the room without his permission and I hated it, I wanted all o

to even stand up to him because the second I do, I will be dead. A lot has happened in this room and I was never allowed to forget them, in fact I was forced to remember them b

overed over me with the plate still in his hand before he shoved the water in front of me. I take the glas

nce up at him. I had no idea what he said but I knew for sure that it was something very unpleasant because he's face was very... expressive. He growled under his breath before he rubbed his chin

ue. I grabbed the plate from the bedside table and bought it to my lap. I look at the food that was provided to me and instantly felt nauseous, the food was not really appetizing. On

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the day he was introduced to me; I didn't have a choice, I had to accept my fathers choice. When I had first met him, I was frightened because after what my father had done to Enzo, I knew I couldn't trust him at all. However, my first encounter with An

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cell I had in my head because he repeated it to me every single day, reminding me that I

icated that he had evil intentions and I tensed when my heart dropped to my stomach that he was here again. I gulped as I examined his

that was sprayed all over his clothes definitely belongs to an innocent person and I couldn't do anything about it, in fact I would have to watch this heartless monster kill someone. He would force me to watch him slit every thro

ned with curiosity and it only made my body ten

e walked away from the bed, "But of course, I could a