Lucia's POV
I had no idea how long I'd been in this room. Two days, I don't even know anymore. I completely lost track of time.
But hey, at least I could move now.
My ankle was still chained up tight, but I could at least walk around a few feet in the room before the metal restraints held me captive.
I hadn't showered since I'd arrived. I smelled, really smelled. My hair was in knots, my skin was sticky and felt oily, and I looked like a slob.
Nobody had come into my room since this weird, silent woman with the kind face would drop breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She never even looked at me, just dropped the tray off on the table and left.
I haven't seen Damien's since; he analysed me.
My stomach always flipped whenever I thought about it. But still, at least I ate three times a day,
