I grasp tightly to the small window bars, still trying to figure out a way to escape this prison. Nothing seems to be working in my favor. No matter how much I push or pull, the metal stays in place.
I let out a frustrated groan and slump back onto the bed. There are nothing I can use within the confines of this room, no sharp object, no tools, nothing!
A sudden knock on the door startles me. I look at it and watch as Marcus enters the room once again.
"Good morning, Lyrica," he greets with his ever-present smile. From the past few days, he is not using 'Lady' to refer to me anymore, unless he is trying to taunt me.
"What do you want?" I ask, wary of him.
Marcus chuckles and takes a seat. "Just checking on my new prized possession," he says casually. "You know, Cairns seems to be willing to pay quite a hefty sum for your return."
"I'm not going back to that place," I spit out.
