The silence between Kyl and I was the worst part of this crazy arrangement he made.
It settled around us like thick fog, wrapping its cold fingers around my throat every time I looked out through the tall windows and saw nothing but emptiness and armed guards securing the villa.
No way out
I pressed my palm flat against the cool glass and leaned into it, trying to breathe past the panic blooming again in my chest, how could he do this to me? keep me locked up in this godforsaken place for a whole week like his slave.
"Kyl!" I screamed, for the third time in an hour. My voice bounced off the pristine walls like a slap.
He didn't answer me, of course.
He wasn’t cruel in the way monsters are described in horror novels. He didn’t shout, he didn’t raise a hand. He simply controlled every
