{DASHA}
I tried to keep active in the cage.
Despite the cameras watching my every move, I did yoga, stretches, and then push-ups and sit-ups. If Kuznetsov thought he would weaken me by confining me, I was determined to prove him wrong. I would keep fit and ready. All I needed was one small opportunity for escape, and I'd take it.
Even if it meant jumping overboard.
I had nothing to lose. The entire world thought I was dead. If I drowned, it was better than being at Nikolai Kuznetsov's mercy. God only knew what horrors that psycho had planned for me.
Hours dragged by, and I grew thirsty. "I need water," I shouted for the tenth time, waving my hands. I couldn't see the cameras, but there was no way they weren't keeping an eye on me. Sergio had an entire room dedicated to security at the castle, and Nikolai was surely the same. Paranoid mafia motherfuckers. "Water, Nikolai! Hello!"
