I was locked in a cage, waiting to be sold.
Then he came.
Vittorio Russo—mafia don, brutal savior, the kind of man whose hands are always bloodstained.
He shot the men who were going to auction me off like property.
Then he locked me in his penthouse.
Fed me. Clothed me. Controlled every second of my life.
He says I’m safe now.
He says I belong to him.
I should hate him.
But when he looks at me, I forget how to breathe. When he touches me, I forget I was ever free. And when I beg, it’s not for escape.
I don’t know what’s happening to me.
All I know is I’m not the same person who walked into that cage.
And maybe I never want to be again.
