TAMARA’S POV:
I strip out of the clothes that smell like this room. I hate the fact I have been confined here for more than a week.
If leaving is my way out of this goddamn prison, then I will leave, but my father and his perfect little wife will have to suffer.
As I let the water run down my body, the adrenaline for what I am about to do pumps hard in my blood. I can almost taste victory. I know nothing comes easy and there are consequences, but to hell with whatever my father wants to do. He has already done his worst.
By the time I’m done with my shower, the doorbell chimes. I hear muffled conversations as I lean close to the window. My heartbeat increases as I quickly pick out fresh clothes from the ones provided for me in this room.
A few minutes later, Mary is ushered into my ro
