Preston looked at Sydney with disgust. “Such jealousy. Perhaps I was too good to you these past years. Since you have forgotten your place… then maybe the confinement room will help you reflect.”
The words echoed in her head. ‘Confinement room?!’
Before she could protest, she was dragged into a dark and airtight room.
Worse, she had claustrophobia.
In an instant, panic and suffocation hit her in tandem. “Let me out! Preston, I’m scared of the dark! Let me out!”
Outside, Preston’s brow furrowed, a moment of hesitation softening him, but then Savannah’s whisper reached him.
“Hey, are you feeling sorry for her? She grew up in the countryside, remember? She can’t be scared of the dark. She’s faking it. Five years ago, she forced me abroad and stole you from me… Now, she’s playing the same games.”
Preston knelt beside Savannah. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he reassured her, leaving Sydney trapped.
Her heart sank as their footsteps faded.
He had really locked her in here.
Tears spilled uncontrollably. She curled up, digging her nails into her flesh, biting her lips until they bled.
In her bloodshot eyes burned nothing but hatred.