Milo
The glow of the surveillance monitors cast eerie shadows across the walls as I watch Fallon huddled on the bed in the basement. She is still wearing the same shirt Leone gave her, and her itchy blanket is wrapped tightly around her as she tries to remain warm. I hate how Leone keeps her locked up like this, but there’s nothing I can do about it without risking both our lives. The cameras give me some sense of control over the situation, even if it’s just an illusion. I am at my wit’s end and unsure how much of this torment I can take.
As I monitor the screens, I sit up when Leone returns home. He rummages around in the kitchen and then heads to the basement. I watch Leone enter the basement, holding a lightbulb in his hand. My heart races, wondering what he’s planning. He replaces t
