Angel's POV
( One week later)
Nausea hit me this morning. I could barely get out of the bowl without puking, my nostrils sting of metal and my head a slurry mushy mess. I know getting out of bed late would warrant Simon's intrusive attention but I couldn't help myself. Wiping the last out of my lips I forced myself to a warm bath changing into a bulky gown with gathers at the stomach line. The sensitive skin of my n*****s were ultra sensitive growing fuller and perkier.
Going downstairs I heaved a sigh of relief to find the house empty of Simon but that doesn't mean escape because he mounted different cctvs across the house recently and worse controlled the electrical door so literally most things are programmed to keep me in. I fixed myself a toast and tea with less sugar and s
