Sometimes he left early in the morning, other times late at night, and sometimes he had frightening looking males come to the mansion. There was this pressure inside of her every time Trent was near, an uncomfortable sensation that left every cell in her body feeling as if acid covered them. She lifted her hand and traced a finger over the bars that were just beyond the glass. It had only been a few hours since she had seen Holden, and had the confrontation with Trent. Her throat was sore, and when she had looked in the mirror there was a nasty bruise on her throat in the form of Trent’s hand standing in stark contrast to her pale skin. She had no more tears to cry, no more hope that everything would be okay, because the leopard had been right when he said she had been dumb in thinking she actually had any hope of surviving this. What she did know was she had to get herself and Holden out of here, and get as far away from Kashton as she could. But the real concern was how to even go about doing that with them constantly being watched.
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