[Danica, I’ve got work. Staying late. Go to sleep first. Love you.]
I stared at it, then turned the screen off. Those words meant nothing now.
The next morning, a maid said someone was looking for me. I stepped outside and something hit the back of my head. Everything went black.
When I woke up, my body was tied up. Hands, legs, everything. My mouth was sealed. I was in a private room in a nightclub, music faint in the background. They dressed me in a servant's uniform and a mask. Just like her. My hair was gone, cut short and uneven, barely touching my ears. Felix liked my long hair. Said it made me look soft. Now it was gone.
The door slammed open.
“Wife, is this the one who locked you up and tortured you for three days?” Felix’s voice was low and dangerous.
“It’s her!” Shannon cried immediately. “She said Miss McKellar ordered her to make me suffer, to make me wish I was dead. She tortured me, locked me up, even brought men to humiliate me. I almost…” her voice broke. “I barely made it out…”
I struggled, trying to make a sound. Nothing came out.