I blink once, twice. I see the Pinky fingers of the sun stretching fingers across the room.I slept late, and I woke up real late, thankfully yesterday was my turn to serve, and I am free today,The memory of yesterday's event hits me, and I realize how weak I've become as I had slept for a long time, and here I am, waking up late."Mail!!" I exclaim as I hurry out of the room towards the door and down the stairs.I hurry towards the post with doubting hearts, and boom!!! There was a letter for me with my name in red.I pick it out and hurry back into the room, hoping it's not what I'm thinking. Deep down in me, I prayed silently that it shouldn't be Antonio but who else would send me a mail?With shaky hands, I open the letter and read through the contents."Sophie dearie, I know you must have missed our regular chats and my letters; you probably hope I died, but I'm sorry to disappoint you.I've been watching your every single movement even now that you think I'm not, and you believ

The car's speed increases, and after several minutes I see a massive mall in sight. I turn my head to get a Clearer view of the mall, and thank goodness it's one I use most times.I once frequented this store, so I know everything about it, the insides, the outsides, and en route.As we draw nearer to the mall, I can feel my heart thud against my chest harder. Finally, the car pulls over by the parking lot and stops."I'll be back real quick," I say to the guard, who doesn't seem to have the ability to smile as she had kept a Stern face all through the drive, but what can I say, Ronan must have trained them always to be cold and stern."I'm coming with you," she says with a voice icy cold and Rick rigid, marking a tone of finality."Oh, yes, I just didn't want to stress you," I explained, but she didn't respond.I roll my eyes as I scan her thoroughly, finding it funny that she talks with just the same icy demeanor as her master, Ronan must have done some harsh things to have made a f

It's been over two weeks since I last had any intimate sessions with Ronan, times had passed, and somehow it seems to have traced itself back to the past where I knew no one and was new in the house.He had stopped calling me in for any routines and won't say a thing to me, I've passed by him a few times, and he doesn't even spare me a glance,A day after the escape drama, I was left all alone in the room even though Danica had tried persuading Ronan for me, but her feedback was that he wanted me to have enough time to rethink my actions.Although I know Ronan would never say anything that nice and calm, he must have said it in a very abusive manner, making me realize he was pissed at me.Even my routine of serving him food had stopped. He didn't want to see my face up close to him.I roll around in bed, feeling uncomfortable. I've spent two weeks in this room, hardly coming out. Even after I had promised myself never to get passed or tossed around by anyone, I still find it hard to b

“Pardon?" Danica asks me, confused at what made me shout."It's okay. You can go. I'll let you know if I need anything else" she nods slightly but pauses and checks the time and back to me."I canceled the sessions today. I'm a bit busy, as you can see. '' I explained to her, and she nodded as a sign of understanding what I said as she looked at me once more before taking her to leave.I stare back at the document and walk towards my sofa with the file in my hand as I scan through the picture thoroughly,Perhaps I had made a mistake as people get lots of looks, but I am not wrong as I look down towards the name to see Antonio just as I had thought."Antonio Diaz '' is written with block letters and highlighted.I scroll through thoroughly to see that this Antonio of a person has been moving state after state with few new IDs and passport ways on the low bit and minor cases with the feds.I scroll past once more as I study the areas where he had lived, which match well with the ones wh

Elysia's Pov I was angry at Damon for his silly joke, but I tried to brush it off and focus on the trip ahead. After the plane took off, I excused myself and went to the restroom to compose myself. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I wiped the tears from my eyes and tried to take a deep breath. I thought about what my mother had told me before we left – that this trip was supposed to be about finding myself and getting closer to my husband. I shouldn't try to regain my lost memories, I should focus on restoring my relationship with Damon. But as I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling motivated and ready to move forward, I was confronted by the stranger – Hector – smiling at me. His presence made me even more uneasy, and I asked him point blank, "What do you want?" Hector just smiled and touched my shoulder. The touch felt familiar, like we had been intimate before. It sent shivers down my spine and made me even more confused about my past. "I'm here to help you," Hector said, h