ELENA'S POV

I slowly lost count of the number of days I had been here. All I could hear around me were the soft waves of water, coming from outside the thick walls, which made me suspect I was somewhere in the middle of a vast sea.

My pupils slowly adapted to the suffocating darkness, putting my hearing senses at alert, mastering the sound of his dreadful footsteps, heavy and deliberate.

Ryan never ceased to come each day, fully packed with threatening words and traumatizing actions. The next few days were full of hell for me.

I had completely lost hope on ever being found. Ryan must have hidden me...