Diana’s P.O.V.
It’s been a couple of days since I escaped my own personal hell. The police came and told me that my house is no longer a crime scene. I was down there for eighteen days. It seemed like less because I was unconscious for parts of it. I was malnourished and got an infection from god knows what down there. Apparently he had been force feeding me during my barely conscious periods. Just enough to keep me alive for his torture. My wounds are healing from all the lashings.
I am able to move around the room on my own but Hunter insists on helping me. He even waits outside the shower in case I need him. He got me a fluffy robe from the gift shop and holds it out for me with his eyes closed. It always makes me laugh.
“Thanks for staying with me. I really appreciate it,” I tell
