Carol’s POV
The days went fast. It’s been three weeks now since my kidnap. I am still in the cage. Triston brought new clothes and books for me. Why doesn’t he understand that to live those were not enough? I always appreciate and value the freedom. I never liked to see even a dog in a cage. Most of the time Noah came to see me here. He suggested that I need plastic surgery because my ear hurts from the bullet, but I thought that was unnecessary. More than plastic surgery I was looking for a way out here. I have asked for help from Noah, but he said that he can’t betray his brother.
I was a permanent prisoner here. I don’t understand what game Triston was playing with me. He doesn’t want me o live neither he doesn’t want to kill me. However, since the day he killed that man, I was afrai
