Daisy’s POV
I was dreaming about being at the beach house with Victor. In my dream, I was lying on a deck chair in the sun, watching Victor approach me to make love on the deck.
He was wearing nothing but red swimming trunks low on his lean hips and that sexy smile that was just for me. I held out my arms in welcome and prepared myself for a rousing kiss.
The dream was interrupted by the sound of the door to my prison closing. It made me jump to my feet, ready to fight.
But it was too late. I heard the key in the lock and saw a new tray of food on the table. The men had brought our food and left.
Anna and I had missed our chance to escape because we were asleep.
We spent hours making a plan of attack that we thought would work the next time the men came with food.
It wasn’t a sure
