I was sitting on my bed, in the same position that I'd been sitting for hours now, when I heard the key turning in the lock of the door. I'd lost track of time while sitting there and the only thing that made me aware of what period of the day it was was the sunlight coming in through the large window in the room. From its position, I could tell that it was late noon. And I'd been in that position since a little bit after sunrise.
The door opened slowly and I found myself staring at Klaus, his gaze dancing over my body. He looked pleased with himself, like one would do when they are convinced that they had punished someone enough.
I threw him a brief, nonchalant glance before averting my gaze to stare out the window. “How long has it been?” I asked him.
“Five days,” he replied casually.
