Xenia paced back and forth in front of the window, listening to the rustling sound of the hem of her dress at every turn. Tammy, the seamstress, made her a pretty crimson dress that flowed to the floor with some black leather boots. It wasn't her clothing style, but she was content with finally wearing something decent that fit perfectly.
The past few days have been nothing but a boring routine. She would wake up to breakfast being served by the devil himself. She bathed before slipping into one of the three dresses Tammy made her. She tried looking for anything to use as a weapon, but they were meticulous about what to have in the room. Then, she would wait for Mason to return with lunch and clean up breakfast. She made sure to stay as far away from him whenever he came. Finally, he woul
