It was a gilded cage, Fia quickly realized. Her room was beautiful. The house was beautiful. Food was provided. She was escorted to a small exercise gym in the mansion’s basement. Matthew, who variously described himself as her groom or valet, escorted her everywhere. He could have been her jailor.
She had, more or less, the run of the place and the grounds, though she wasn’t eager to go outside because the autumn weather had turned from unseasonably warm to a sharp chill. It would have been nice to walk the grounds of the small estate, situated as it was above the Hudson River, but it was too chilly and the one thing she was denied was clothing. She wore only shoes when needed and her leather collar.
Fia’s first day of captivity was…boring. After getting f****d by Master Adrien with Mis
