"You are amazing, Sasha," Theodor got out of bed. "After more than a year, you still amazed me."
He approached a table, grabbed a bottle of drink, and took a sip of the drink. And then threw his body on the sofa, one leg he put on the table.
"You should be grateful," he said, reaching for a dark brown box on the table, pulling something out of it, a cigar. He lit his cigar and puffed on the smoke with great pleasure. "Thankful me for saving you. And for giving you this beautiful room."
"Fuck you!" said Sasha in a hoarse voice. "May you rot in hell!"
Sasha's condition was pathetic. Indeed, her body did not look weak as Ivy who was treated harshly by James. All her needs were met by Theodor, except for clothes. However, she still felt like she was in hell in Theodor's captivity all this time.
