Why does this bedroom comfort me?
It shouldn’t.
Enzo is a monster.
He made it even more clear downstairs in his office, when he accused me of f*****g Milo. Or willingly giving up his mother’s ring.
He thinks so little of me.
That I would betray him like that.
But I wouldn’t.
I did everything I could to survive.
Something he will never understand.
It’s been over an hour since Enzo dismissed me from his office. And this is where I came—his bedroom. Our bedroom.
The room where he held me captive.
The room where he taught me to sleep in a bed.
The room where I learned to love myself.
The room where he made me come with just his voice.
The room where he f****d me the first time.
The room where I healed.
I hug my legs to me, sitting in the middle of the bed, like t
