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Cassandra “I took it…she’s innocent.” Anna said, her voice shaking, “I’m sorry. I needed the money desperately for my mother’s surgery and… Sergio promised to clear the bills.” She cried out. Her words broke something in me. I blinked hard, trying to hold the tears welling in my eyes. My gaze flickered to Marco, he wasn’t moved. No form of empathy. He had a dangerous glare on his face as he pointed the gun to her. “I’ll ask once.” He began, his voice cold and laced with venom. “I don’t expect any stuttering, or explanation. Just an answer. Where are the goods?!” Silence. Anna's eyes darted to me, tears flowing from her cheeks, and then back to Marco. “It’s in my room. My suitcase.” She whispered. Marco turned to the guards standing in front of my room, “Go check and bring it to me, now!” He ordered and they hurried off. His attention shifted back to Anna. “You know what happens to traitors, don’t you?” She nodded. “I’m so sorry, master, my mother was in a state

Cassandra. No response. I couldn’t quite see his face properly in the dark, but I was certain it’s him. I crossed my hands on my chest. “How did you get in?” I asked. Silence. He didn’t even flinch. If not for the light emanating from the windows, I would have thought I was speaking to a ghost, but I wasn't. Marco was seated on that leather chair, his legs crossed and eyes fixated solely on me. And it made me feel so uneasy. I exhaled softly. “So we are keeping mute now?” I voiced out, and knowing I wouldn’t get a response, I continued, “You come into my room sitting like the creep you are and watching me? I’m certain I locked that door! So how did you get in? Or perhaps you snuck in through the window like a thief?” He scoffed…loudly. “You seem to have forgotten this is my house,” he finally spoke, his voice deep and rough. “And so that gives you the right to enter my room even when it was locked?” “You answered the question yourself.” He replied, his

Cassandra I walked out of his office, my head down in SHAME. The only question I could ask myself was, How? How did I constantly let myself be shamed by Marco? Hearing Marco spill those degrading words at me only made me realize how weak I’d become. And I hated it. Hated myself for being so weak and stupid. I felt different. I wasn’t the same Cassandra that used to be witty in her remarks; this new me was literally drooling for someone I hated like a lost puppy. For days I’d let Marco distract me, let him get into my head, but not anymore. I couldn’t bear to stay in this house for up to a year just to be a breeder for Marco and his son. Just like Anna had suggested, I had to find an escape route. Marco wouldn’t suspect I had such intentions given that I have never tried it since that engagement day. It was past 1, and I didn’t bother to shower. I needed to calm my head, I needed to restrategize… so many suffocating thoughts were already running through my he

Cassandra. I swallowed hard, unable to mutter a word. My chest was beating faster than normal, and I knew why. A lot of thoughts were already running through my head. How long had Nathan been watching? Just yesterday, his father had his hands in between my legs… Had Nathan seen that? And when Marco massaged my breasts? Or worse, had he been watching when I touched myself, desperate for a release in that red lingerie?Fuck! My stomach twisted. I hadn’t even realized Nathan had created space between us. I couldn’t even raise my head, I felt exposed and sick to my stomach. Embarrassment was slowly turning to anger, who gave him that, right? The urge to scream, shout… I thought he was better. Thought he was the only sane person here. Him asking that question meant he had seen something, and it only made my suspicion of him having an ulterior motive stronger. “Cassandra,” his voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “I didn’t mean

Cassandra. It was time. 1am in the morning.Nathan and I had been able to navigate and plan in the last two days. The hallways was silent, with the white bulb twitching. There were no guards in sight. I didn’t pack a thing…no clothes or shoes, not even a brush. I walked quietly behind Nathan as we both tried to avoid the camera just like we had memorized. We had just reached the downstairs corridor, when we heard voices. In a swift moment, Nathan pushed me into the nearest room. My chest was already beating, but I managed to keep calm, when—“Who’s there?”Fuck.A deep gruffy voice spoke up as the lights switched on. Nathan quietly opened the bathroom door and we both entered. His lips and body inches away from mine as we hid in the bath tub.“Show your face! Who the fuck is there?” The voice spoke again, this time louder. My gaze met with Nathan and I wanted to speak when he placed his hands on my mouth, stopping me as the sound of the footsteps increased, signifying the person