They dragged me to a small, dark room in the mansion’s narrow wing, the place for those who crossed Darius or me.
I whispered to myself in the dark, “If I escape, you will never touch me again…”
He truly locked me away, leaving just enough food and water to survive. He didn’t even visit during the first week. I had to adjust to the dim light.
I spent days crying, with no one to call, not even my only friend who could help. I was suffocating when I heard the door creak open.
I looked up, terrified. Was it Darius?
“Please, help me…” I whispered, but my hope faded when I saw Desmond.
“Luna…” he murmured, motioning for me to stay quiet.
I followed him. “Help me…” I mouthed.
He didn’t answer but pulled a key from his pocket and stepped closer. My heart surged with hope.
“I’ll help you escape, but you can’t get caught. Your plane ticket is in this bag.” He handed me a small pouch.
I grabbed it instantly, clutching the key, nodding urgently. I rushed to the door, glancing back at him.
“Thank you, Desmond. I’ll never forget this…” I said, my heart breaking.