Cuco’s pov;
He stalked towards me and finally sat down beside me.
“Will you tell me who you are now?”
He sat silently, as though he hadn’t heard me or he just refused to answer.
“Am I prisoner here?”
No answer still. I clenched my fist tightly. I was of full strength now, all thanks to the competent doctors they had.
He then stood up, glanced at me as though she was studying me and then walked out of the room, shutting the door with a bang.
“Asshole!” I muttered.
I had to find a way to get out of here. I didn’t care how, I just had to find a way.
I stood there for a long moment, my fist clenched tight.
“Asshole,” I muttered again, quieter this time.
For some reasons, I felt that this man was worse than Maldini, whatever reason he had kept me here.
I paced the room, forcing myse
