Chapter Eighteen

(Natasha's POV)

Diego quickly unlocked my cell. He had a strange look on his face, like he couldn't believe his own eyes. For some reason, the muscles in my stomach tightened, and I was nervous. Before Diego walked in, I had things all planned out, but with him here, I didn't see how I could pretend about all this for how long?... weeks? ... months? ... YEARS!

It suddenly felt too much.

But again, I wouldn't stay here that long; the moment I had accomplished what the ghost wanted, I would be out for good, but what if the ghost wanted me here longer? How would I be able to live past the torture?

I had to wait for the ghost orders, and I hated waiting. I hated the fact that I was in this pack, so close to my dreams of cold-revenge and still yet I had to wait.

"Natasha?" he called out, still lost, like he couldn't believe what he saw. "You came back?"

He asked, I should say something, right? Standing there wasn't going to help. I was to say something, but then what do I say?

"I didn't wa