Chapter 11

• •HAZEL SANTORO•
• I woke up on the fifth day of my imprisonment in a bed that was far too large for just me. A soft, plush comforter covered me, the cool air from the air conditioner making the silk sheets feel like ice on my skin. I had never felt so alienated, not even when I was sent away to live with relatives after my mother died. This time, I wasn’t even in a foreign country, but I was surrounded by strange faces. This time, I was in his mansion, where everything had been calculated, planned, and controlled by none other than Raffaele Mancini.
• I hated him. With every fiber of my being I wanted more than anything to break out of here, to run far away along with my dad where he won't get to us. But I knew inside of me that I wouldn’t be able to, there was no escaping a cage when the man who owned it was a master of domination.