3. Katarina Isnt Safe
Chapter 3
Katarina Isn't Safe
I have nothing to live for. Nothing to lose.
Except I am trapped in this closet, waiting and biding my time. Planning my last moves.
I don’t care if my attempt to escape ends with my death. I no longer have anything to live for except for my revenge.
Except for the fury that pulses through my body—a body that is a map of pain and abuse. I had accepted it for my sister’s sake, but no longer.
I was lied to. Katarina isn’t safe.
Katarina is dead.
Stephan and Bryton don’t know that. They have zero idea who she is; they never met her. They know nothing about me, and they won’t know that my entire world has been shifted on its axis. They will think nothing is amiss. That I will be the same demure, obedient prisoner they are used to.
Lying on my pallet, the stuffed animal in my hands, I stare at the ceiling. Grief threatens to take hold—swells in my chest, trickles into my veins—but I push it away. There is no time for that. I focus all of my thoughts and my energy on my plan. On what I will be doing to my captors.
Stephan and Bryton think me an idiot whore.
That will be their demise.