CAGEDSOFIA POVThe bedroom door locks at exactly 10 PM. Every night. Same sound. Same time. Same cage.I put my ear against the wood and count Luca’s footsteps as he walks down the hallway. Suddenly, I heard his door close.Now I can finally breathe.I’ve lived in this mansion for twenty-three years and I’ve never seen the city up close. So sad. Not without guards. Not without “him” watching.My brother thinks he’s protecting me. I’ve known the truth for years, ever since I caught him standing outside my bathroom door, breathing hard, his hand down his pants.I was seventeen. He was twenty-two. I wasn’t stupid.Tonight, I’m done with this b.s.I strip out of the white silk nightgown Luca bought me and pull on the black dress hidden in my closet. It’s tight. Feeling kind of sneaky I guess. The kind of thing that would make my brother lose his mind.The thought makes me smile.Red lipstick. The color of freedom.The tunnel behind the wine cellar is exactly where the guard said it woul
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