Norah
It's been three days after my first breakfast together with his family, three days after the incident when he almost choked me to death and there is still no sign of my parents.
I am still waiting for them to come and take me home with them but my wall of hope is losing a brick each day as time passes. It's the fifth day of my abduction and my family, despite being so powerful, is powerless in front of my captor.
Why on earth can't they find me?
I met him again for meals, once in the library, a few times when we ran into each other in the hallway, and sometimes when I saw him ordering something in Italian to his guards on the lawn through my bedroom window. To my amazement, he didn't come to choke my neck again, which I am glad about.
I have been developing an escape plan al
