*K's POV*
Three days I was tied up downstairs, Deago coming down occasionally to let me out to use the bathroom and gave me a little food and drink. He helped me to keep track of the passage of time and I was thankful, he was risking a lot to do this for me. My muscles ached from sitting so still and I could see the pain on his face every time he had to tie me back to the chair.
Lorenzo did not come down at all. He didn't care if I was left in my own filth, starving and dying of thirst. If he ever did care for me, he had obviously lost his mind as I would have lost mine if it wasn't for Deago.
On the fourth day, instead of Deago coming through the door as I expected, it was Amanda. She flicked on the bright light, making me wince as my eyes adjusted from the darkness. She had an evil sm
