(Henry’s POV) ————— I wanted to go home. The thought repeated inside my head over and over until it became the only thing keeping me sane. I want to be anywhere but this place. Alex never hurt me, if anything, he was very gentle with the way he acted towards me, but it didn’t sway me one bit. This is still wrong, and I need to go home and escape from here. The first day, I refused to eat. The second day, I pushed the food away without even looking at it. By the third day, even sitting up felt exhausting. But I didn’t care. If Alex thought locking me inside this room would somehow make me accept all of this, then he was wrong. Very wrong. The room was beautiful. Golden sunlight spilled through the enormous windows during the day while moonlight painted silver patterns across the floor at night. The bed was softer than anything I’d ever slept on. The fireplace crackled warmly whenever the nights became cold. And yet no matter how beautiful it is…It still felt like a prison
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