Nina POV.
I've been held captive by Evans in my room.
Evans had arranged for many maids to take care of me, from how I dressed to the way I ate and lived, all with great care.
They treated me with great respect and called me "madam."
I couldn't accept the title; it sounded like I had become Evans' wife.
But that was not the case at all.
"Don't call me ma'am again; I hate that!"
I finally shouted at the maids when they called me that again.
"Yes, ma'am." They responded, still with the same respectful look.
They still didn't change how they addressed me, which instantly blocked the anger that was about to erupt in my throat.
I couldn't let it out, and I couldn't hold it in, and it was very oppressive.
I knew Evans must have asked them to do so, and they had no way to disobey the o
