EMILY
The scratching of my pencil to the paper was the only sound. That, and my raging thoughts. Nicholas had bought me from a flesh market, like I was a goddamn antique. Then he brought me to his absurdly large mansion and handed me art supplies like that somehow made up for the fact that I was property now.
Talk about unhinged.
Still, I knew I had to find a way out of this place. I couldn’t exactly stroll back into prison and say, “Hey! I wasn’t trying to escape. I was drugged and sold by human traffickers to a charming lunatic. But I’m good now, let’s get back to lockdown!”
No. There had to be another way.
I dropped the pencil with a frustrated exhale and glanced over at Mia, who hadn’t moved from her position on the couch. Legs swinging. Eyes glued to her phone.
“Don’t you have s
