Roxanne Meyers

I tapped my foot on the ground like a capricious child, frustrated by what Salvatore was forcing me to do. Should everything in my life now be according to his orders? Even to eat or rest he imposed his rules on me. I wanted to escape from that cursed place, but there were reasons that prevented me from doing so: one, the absurd and treacherous taste I was beginning to feel for my captor, and two, Renato Mackenzie's constant threat to me, which left me no options.

I sighed, resigned. Determined to seek a little calm, I took off my blouse, remaining in a bra. I cursed silently;...