023: "You Won't Last In This Mansion, Despite How Much Enzo Might Want To Keep You There. However, If You Work For Me, I'll Give You The Freedom You Seek.”

[Anastasia's point of view]

I had no idea I had fallen asleep. I sluggishly opened my eyes, instantly blinded by the bright light streaming in through the window.

What time was it? I looked around the room with hazy eyes and foggy thoughts. I tried to move but was stopped by a groan of protest as I strained the cuff around my wrist.

Cuffs?

My vision immediately cleared, and I discovered that I was still cuffed to the bed. My eyes widened as everything came flooding back to me with a vengeance. Being still in my wet clothes made me shiver with cold.

“Enzo.”

I whispered the name out loud as my eyes began to well up with tears. How long had I been handcuffed to the bed, and how much longer would I be?

“Good. you're awake.”

The female voice sent my head spinning so quickly that I didn't realize Mrs. Mezzesalma was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room until later. She was reading a magazine and spoke without looking at me.

I glowered. What was she doing here?

“Mrs. Mezzesalma.”