I woke up in prison. Only, this prison had silk sheets and a skyline view.
The morning sun in West Surabaya is usually harsh, relentless. But this morning, filtered through the soundproof curtains of his penthouse, it barely registered. It was just a depressing gray gloom.
I sat up slowly. My head was throbbing violently, in rhythm with my slow, heavy heartbeat. It felt like my brain was trying to c***k through my skull. My hand moved up, touching my left cheek. It felt tender, swollen, and hot. The skin felt tight when I opened my mouth. Gabriel’s signet ring had left its mark there. A small, purple crescent moon right on my cheekbone.
A souvenir from my dearest brother.
I swung my legs out of bed. The central AC air felt biting against my skin. I looked down, realizing I was still we
