Damien's POV
I gradually climbed out of bed. Crossing the room, I opened the drawer of my desk and picked up the bottle of pills before slipping it into my pocket.
My heavy footsteps sounded loudly in the quietness of the deserted rooms while I slowly reached the basement.
To Lucia.
I stopped in the entry; I stood in front of the imposing heavy door of iron.
Then I undid the padlock and the chains.
Darkness greeted me; I reached for the switch, and the dim light flickered on.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes flying to me, her gaze focused.
For a moment neither of us spoke.
I leaned against the wall, unable to look away from her.
Eight years and somehow she still looks the same way.
Her messy brown hair, her wrists were bruised and chained. She looked dull and tired, and
