Emily's pov
I quietly closed the door and let out a smile. I didn't have to worry: Clayton had all the hidden cameras, bugs and microphones removed two weeks ago when I'd been "saved", claiming that they were no longer needed. I'd personally supervised their removal, to be completely sure I wasn't being spied: John had taught me how and where to look for that kind of stuff, and that was exactly what I'd done.
Everything was going according to my plan. Everyone was convinced of my absolute and tireless innocence and devotion to Clayton's cause: I behaved exactly as they expected, being the perfect little daughter with Mary, the devoted baby momma with Clayton, the happy submissive with the witches, and in return, they gave me precious information. Since I didn't have a phone or a compu
