Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
Every day felt like a blank page in an unfinished novel, each moment felt like a wordless torment. The author seemed to delight in dragging out the c****x, leaving me hanging in suspense. My routine was monotonous, with Nicole beside me, our mutual agreement to ignore our past incidents hanging heavily in the air.
It did not change the fact that I still harbored a deep hatred for her. She continued to supervise my workouts, monitor my pill intake — which now included an anti-anxiety medication prescribed by the doctor and detail how I was to serve the Don each day.
It had been nearly six months since I found myself ensnared in this mansion, one week since my embarrassing encounter with the Don. I had grown accustomed to the grim reality that I was now C
