Marcelina's POV
Anger shot through me so quickly I almost laughed.
"I'm sorry," I said slowly. "Did you just say I'm not permitted?"
"Yes."
I blinked, then I pointed at my own chest.
"This is my house."
Silence.
"I have a job," I continued, my voice rising. "A life. You don't get to stand outside my f*****g door and tell me where I can and cannot go."
When they remained quiet, my patience snapped. "You can go back and tell your boss that he is out of his goddamn mind if he thinks I'm going to stay locked inside my own home because he snapped his fingers."
I took one step forward, intending to walk right past them, but that was all it took for both of them to block the hallway like two concrete walls.
I stopped short.
"You're not permitted to leave." One of them repeated.
