Arlo
I sit in my office, the silence almost deafening as I try to focus on my work. Papers are scattered across the desk, but my mind isn’t on them. Instead, my eyes keep drifting to my phone, where Maisie’s location blinks as a small dot within the confines of the house. It’s a constant reminder of her presence, of the control I have over her now. The thought of what I’ve done gnaws at me, a dull ache in the back of my mind that refuses to go away. But I push it aside. This is necessary. She’ll understand eventually. She has to.
A knock on the door breaks my train of thought. It’s Camden. “Boss, everything seems to be running smoothly with Maisie. Nadine says she’s been cooperative so far. She even has Maisie cleaning the basement. She’s working in the torture room, which is covered in
