Chapter 30 : Pretty Little Bitch

**Marco

I'd given Lucia a cell in the basement, somewhere my little Serena had never been and would never be. My staff took care of her, which was a good thing because Lucia refused to take care of herself. Bathing, changing clothes, even force-feeding her had all become necessary.

I stood in front of her cell door, looking at the huddled shape. A maid had dyed her hair back to dark brown, but there was no getting the skeletal girl to put on any weight. If anything, she was still losing it, despite the staff's and the doctor's best efforts.

"You really planning to die on me?" I asked through the small, grated window. This place had been designed by my grandfather who favored the old dungeon style. I, myself, would have preferred a more Hannibal Lecter approach–with modern glass. But it wasn't like I had the money or the desire to renovate.

Lucia shrugged her emaciated shoulders. "Why not? What's the upside of staying alive?"

"Oh… I don't know… living," I said.

"To live here