Francesca
Light filtered into the room, blinding rays of sunlight that woke me from a fitful sleep. I could barely open my eyes.
All night I tossed and turned, convinced that the lock on my door wouldn't mean anything to anyone who wanted to get in. Namely, someone with bright blue eyes and a nasty disposition who enjoyed k********g and drugging young women. The only way I could relax was knowing Giulio slept a few doors down.
I rolled onto my back and studied the plaster ceiling. If I was going to find a way out of this, I couldn't stay in bed or hide in this room. I had to go out and explore, look for weaknesses. Try to devise a plan to escape. Even if Giulio had resigned himself to this marriage, I certainly wasn't.
Fortunately, the bathroom was stocked with all the toilet
