Narrator's POV

Gabriella groaned, wiping the sweat formed on her forehead. Her legs wobbled as she staggered backwards, holding the wall for support.

She rolled at her eyes at Hudson who was mopping the floor with so much enthusiasm.

She scoffed, saying. "You so much love working your ass off, don't you?"

Hudson paused and glanced at her. "We're now slaves, Ella. So we should live with that fact."

Gabriella pulled him aside, checking around to see if anyone was around.

"What!" Hudson yelled and Gabriella quickly shushed him up by covering his mouth with her palm.

"We have to escape from this dungeon. Aren't you tired?" She asked him,...