Sophia's POV.
"Come with me, we are leaving," He said, his voice firm and resolved.
"I don't want to go yet," I argued, crossing my arms. "I still have so much to see."
"You have five minutes to get to the car," He said coldly. "If you delay, I'll take you to my special room of torture. Trust me, it won't be fun."
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me fuming.
"He's so annoying!" I muttered, stomping my feet in frustration. "I can't even get a chance to paint anymore. Rita's promise to get me a private room to paint is now ruined because of him."
I shuddered as his earlier words replayed in my head. Special room of torture. Just the thought of it sent chills down my spine.
"That man is insane," I whispered to myself.
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When we arrived at the mansion, I stepped out of
