Chapter fifteen
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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I look at the guard named Vladimir, that's what Kendra called him this morning when she came to serve my breakfast, pushing the plate through the space between the door and the ground. I'm not certain how many guards are outside, but I know Vladimir is the one who is in charge.
He is walking right in front of the cell I'm in. His eyes never leave me alone. Even if I move, get up on my step, he comes to look at me and check on me. It's like his boss has ordered him not to lose me from his sight. Like, they fear I will pull some stunt.
The chances of me escaping these tall, well-built men are low. But still, I'm looking for a chance. Maybe staying in his room was a better choice considering how cold this place gets, especially during the nig
