Bella
The room Bradley flung me into was beautiful. Feminine and gorgeous. Like the rest of the apartment that I had seen. But as I climbed to my feet and rushed towards the door he had closed behind him with a bang.
My hand closed around the brass door knob , turning it to no avail.
A beautiful prison. That’s what this was. Nothing more than a beautiful cage.
Taking a deep breath I turned to study the room. Four wallpapered walls met my eyes. Beautiful art work dotted around but there was no window. Just four walls and a locked door.
A cage , just like I had first thought. The fact that Bradley had prepared this room for me spoke volumes. He had planned a prison for me which meant he knew I would not agree to be his. Had this been his plan all along? To keep me prisoner? But why?
