I tried. I tried to adjust to my prison. It was beautiful, but my brain retread the panic that flooded me that first night when I met Nico. The panic of being stuck, tethered to one person, unable to flee. This was that, brought to its logical extreme. Nico owned me.
So, I hobbled up to my feet. Everything hurt, despite how many Extra Strength painkillers I lapped from Nico's hands like a greedy dog. I knew this was for my own good, I knew that Nico had no other choice; I shivered and pulled the shirt that smelled like him closer at the thought of being Seth's prisoner instead.
I ran my hands over the boards he'd place over the window. Damn him, he knew me too well, knew that I was stupid. But my throat closed up; what I would give, just to see the roses, tall and red. I pulled at the
