Author's Note: If you feel sensitive about the topic of r**e and a***e you may skip when it reaches Ivy's POV.
PHOEBE'S POV
Lucas left me in the room and went away, saying he'll come back with food. He still isn't back and the room has nothing—literally nothing—to be used as a weapon. It was a plain room with just a bed in it. A few minutes later the door opened and... Lorenzo! Yes! That's definitely Lorenzo. He has 6 fingers on his right hand. His face that had the usual sinister smile had a glum look as soon as he entered. He brought in a container-which looked like food-and a bottle of water.
"Father asked you to eat." he said in a bored tone in his thick British accent
"Well your father can take his orders and shove it up hi-"
"He is your father too" he said with fury in his voic
