>>Miguel POV<<
I was left staring at the ceiling back inside the bedroom with my aching back against the bed. It's been an hour since Xander left me to go to work.
After my attempt to escape, Xander dragged me back to the room and throw me in the bed. I am too depress and grieving for myself to fight him off. My failed attempt to leave this hell made me lose all hope. Yes, he is not hurting me or anything. But being kept and locked inside this place against my will is suffocating.
I was too absorbed in my own thoughts that I didn't noticed when did he stripped his clothes off. I was surprised to find him standing fully naked in front of me when I snapped back to this dreading reality.
"What are you doing?" I asked with fake bravery in my voice. But I'm sure that my tremblin
