BOOK ONE ~37~

RUSSIA, MOSCOW: RENÉE'S POV

It had been days since I got taken, and I'd been kept in this same cell ever since. Due to the constant torture, the cell now reeked of my sweat and my blood.

The woman who gave birth to me, fed me once every forty eight hours with cold gruel and a bottle of water. Now I felt Oliver's pain.

Although the torture I received was unlike anything I had ever seen, I still hadn't broken down. But as I noticed Mrs. Klein enter my cell for the first time in four days, I knew I was going to break today. I could feel it in my bones.

"Ren dear, are you sure your husband really cares for you? It's been seven days already, why the bloody hell is that bloke still not here?" She snapped in that British accent of hers.

Now I knew what caused my dad to fall for her in the first place.

When I didn't respond, she just sighed and opened her shitty mouth to speak, "Don’t worry, today's torture session will surely get him here quicker than you can die."

She smirked and headed for