Jane refused to look up when she heard footsteps approach her prison cell from the outside. She sat on her bed with her back against the headboard, her knees curled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She wore a pair of purple gym shorts and a baggy grey T-shirt with paw prints scattered across the front.
She could tell from the confident, steady tread that it was her husband about to enter her cell. Not that she thought he would allow anyone else to see her in such a vulnerable setting. Though she supposed if he actually intended to keep her locked in for the next several months, he likely would have to have someone else besides himself help care for her, bring her meals and such. After all, he had a criminal empire to run.
So far, in the twenty-four hours she'd been l
