We arrived at Damiano's mansion in no time, the whole journey back felt like a blur to me. My mind kept replaying what I had said to Damiano, how I had called this place home.
I felt weak after realizing what I had said, and to him of all people.
How had I gotten so used to my cell that I was now referring to it as a home?
Not to mention my captor of all people.
It was like after that kiss with him, every logical thought had flown out of my head.
I hadn't done anything to escape, granted he had threatened my family. But was I just giving up?
Was I now comfortable with being his?
As we walked up the stairs leading to the front door, I took note of the couple of guards that stood around the estate, all in uniform black suits with an intercom strapped to them.
It felt nothing like home now because suddenly I could feel the invisible chains that were tied to me.
