Roxanne's POV

A bitter laugh tore from my throat. Why will I agree? As if there had been a choice. As if chains weren’t just as often made of threats as they were of steel.

“I didn't agree to this. I never did.” I replied through gritted teeth. “In fact, I had no fucking choice.”

“I'm so sorry.” He muttered under his breath, but I heard him clearly. “I'm really sorry for what you're going through….”

Another bitter laugh tore from my throat. “Too bad sorry is just an ordinary word. It doesn't change anything.” I noticed the sadness dangling in the man's brown eyes, but I could only roll...