HAZEL
When I woke up the next morning, I had already made a decision.
Sleep never really came no Matter how much I tried. I spent the whole night tossing, thinking about Harris, thinking about getting out of here, thinking about what would be different now. I had tried everything the first time Axel brought me into this house. I had tried pleading. I had tried crying. I had begged, bargained, and broken down. None of it had worked.
Axel had shoved me into this tight, suffocating space, his home, my prison without a single explanation. I still had no idea why I was here, what purpose I served, or when he intended to let me go.
Sometimes he wanted me near him, as if my presence fed something in him, yet he wouldn’t even engage with me. He wouldn’t talk. He wouldn’t explain. It was madde
