Day 95THE ONLY COMFORT I have is knowing Saint is somewhere within these walls.
Once Oscar’s goons took me to my “room,” they locked the door, and it’s stayed that way ever since. On the plus side, I suppose I can be thankful this room wasn’t decorated by Lucifer himself. The walls are white, and the simple furniture is below average for a house such as this. But I guess that’s because I’m not a guest.
I’m a prisoner.
I have the necessities—a bathroom, some toiletries, and a bed—but no windows. At least when Rapunzel was locked high in her tower, she could look out at the world, longing for her life to begin.
Oscar has ensured I don’t have the same luxury.
Pavel taught me how to spot hidden surveillance. No surprise, there was a hidden camera in the smoke detector. It also didn’t shoc
