Hundred Forty-six

"You did a great job, Alexis," Paolo patted Alessia's head.

"It's Alessia," Alessia muttered, her eyes wandering towards Janice, who lay unconscious on the floor. She stared at her hand before letting out a sigh. It was all her fault. She had attacked Janice. It was all her fault, she muttered over again.

For two days now, since they had been miraculously pulled out of Acostan, courtesy of Paolo, Alessia had been at his beck and call. She had done all that he asked her to do, and he promised to give her the freedom she desired, even though she knew it wasn't true. Yet, she had let him use her. Janice was against all that was happening and had confronted her father, but on his order, Janice had knocked her out. It wasn't the first time she'd done it, and it wasn't the second time either.

"I'll ask the servant to bring in your food," Paolo smiled, striding to the door.

"My food?" Alessia snarled, her nose wrinkling. "Do you call a slice of bread and water that isn't enough to quench my