I start searching the room, looking for exits, for anything that might help us escape, but he seems to have built a perfect dungeon here, not a f*****g bedroom. It would be easy for me to escape, but with Alexandra, it's impossible to get out the window. The jerk put us on the top floor.
I look at her in the same position she's always in—kneeling, hands outstretched, and head bowed. I hold her hands in mine, lifting her up, and she just follows me. I lay her on the bed and kiss her forehead. She's so defenseless she reminds me of a child.
"I'll be right back. Don't leave here." I wait, but nothing happens. "Bruna, you can't leave here, understand?"
"Yes," she says in a weak voice, and swallows hard before adding, "Master."
I fall silent when it becomes clear that she has no idea what's
