**Isabella**
Restlessness consumed me as I tossed on the bed, anxiety clawing at my thoughts about what that brute Razor might do to me when he returned. Earlier, I had pleaded with Cross to help me escape from here, but he blatantly refused. He wouldn't dare go against his brute of a brother, and I couldn't blame him; Razor is scary.
Cross even warned me not to ever mention anything about escaping. How pathetic? So I'm just supposed to stay here and remain like a fucking obedient pup to Razor? I can't do that. I just have to find another way.
The living room door's creak alerted me, prompting my eyes to shut tightly. I didn't have the guts to face him right now. Finally, the room door swung open, Razor's dominating presence filling the air. My heart raced, fingers trembling beneath the duvet as he approached the bed.
