Lyn
I sit on the couch eating my breakfast as I think about everything, he just told me. His efforts to protect me warms my heart, but also unsettles me because I can't really understand why he's doing this. Why is it so important to him that I am safe. Is it because I resemble his great love so much?
"Whatever it is, we should consider ourselves lucky. Maybe we can get him to let us run outside in the woods one day. Then maybe we could escape before he realizes what we're up to," Lia suggests. I consider her plan, but for lack of anything better I agree. At least this way we have some hope of freedom. I will hold on to that, because now I am his personal slave.
"We have to go," he says in a strained voice. He rises, smooths his black clothes and looks down at me. He sighs heavily and h
