OPHELIA'S POV
"Hey, listen? Get up! I can't get you sleeping here. Luco said you need to watch this."
I wake up to the sound of breathing that isn't my own. It's heaving, like a man and rapid as if he's run into the room. I listens, still, trembling. He's moving slowly, his heavy feet creaking floor boards that are silent for me. I rolls to my left and slides down the crack between the bed and the wall, praying that a lack of response will send him away.
"I am not taking silence for an answer."
I knew he wasn't gonna go away, so I turned toward him. My hair was a mess, and I didn't need to touch it to realize it.
I got up and gasped when my hand got pulled back. So I was still chained.
Alexander chuckled when he saw me glaring at him. He took a remote and pushed a button. A window-like shape, formed on the wall. A TV came out and he pushed another button. The black screen turned grey and then I saw him.
