Sophia's POV.
The only response I got was my echoing voice in the room.
"Alessandro," I cried softly, banging my hand on the door.
I glanced around the room and could tell that it was empty. The way my voice echoed made it obvious, and when I attempted to walk around, there were no obstructions like furniture.
"I already told him the truth. Why does he keep punishing me like this?" I cried, running my fingers along the wall.
The wall felt decayed, I could feel bits of debris.
"There's no window here," I murmured, clutching my chest. "How am I going to breathe when the oxygen runs out? I thought Mary was going to talk to him."
"Why has he done worse to me?" I questioned, my heart sinking to my stomach. "If he's doing this to me, does that mean he has hurt my father too?"
"No," I pan
