Alina’s POV
It was day three in my glass prison, and I had lost track of time. Each hour felt the same, filled with meals I didn’t touch, words I didn’t say, and the heavy weight of my father’s control, wrapping around me like invisible chains.
My phone sat on the nightstand, a constant reminder of my confinement. I had tried everything to send a message for help. But my father had made it impossible to communicate. I could see alerts and texts coming in, but every time I attempted to respond, I was met with an error: “Communication disabled by administrator.”
At first, they were desperate, then turned angry, and finally… they fell silent. It felt as if they were either resigning themselves to the situation or giving up hope.
Jaxon: We’re coming for you. Don’t give up.
Maddox: Please.
