Casey’s POV.
Day one hundred and nineteen in the Big Brother house. I kid, it has only been realistically fourteen days. But god I’m bored.
This place could be worse. I know Maxim is using reverse psychology on me. He is letting me roam around. He wants me to believe he is my saviour. Yeah right, I am not going to be a victim of Stockholm syndrome. But you see, while he has been so attentive and trying to fill my head with s**t about my family not loving me as much as they love Lia and Roman. I have been playing the game back with him.
I have squeezed out a few fake tears to gain his understanding. After all, he is a tortured soul. Well, he will be when I have him where I want him, that is. He is convinced we are both kindred spirits unloved by our families. He is not well. Well, no ma
