CHAPTER 10
It had been five days since I last saw Salvatore—drunk and mad. My days blurred together: waking late, freshening up, eating alone, searching for impossible escape routes, then sleeping. Repeat.
Today, a female doctor named Amelie came to check on me and removed my head bandage. My bruises were fading but still ached. She told me to keep taking the pills a few more days and warned me not to fight Salvatore—my injury was internal. One or two more hits to my head like this and I’d slip into a coma. She also told me to obey him because my parents were his hostages and he could hurt them whenever he wanted. When I asked where they were, she stayed silent.
Wandering the house, sleeping for hours—it had become my only routine. The maids stayed tight-lipped when I asked about my fam
