Celeste’s POV.
Two weeks. I have been here for two weeks, fourteen days, eighteen hours, thirty-seven minutes, and eleven seconds. But who’s counting?
The day after I was ‘Rescued’ I went back to work. Well, walking four-legged friends. I had security with me. But every time I walked past an alley. I would stiffen. I was extra cautious and on edge. My energy was setting the dogs off, placing them on alert.
I was a nervous wreck by the time I had dropped the last dog to their home. I was sick. I physically vomited on the sidewalk.
My nerves were shot, my hands were shaking and my head was spinning. When I got back to Dante’s fancy-pants penthouse. I staggered to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Even in fitful sleep, all I could see was that smirk at the camera. The picture that w
