ADRIANA
Adriana writhed on the bed in her sleep. Sweat trickled down the corners of her face and she held on to the bedsheets tightly.
"No! Father, please don't leave me, no!"
Adriana woke up in a jolt and began breathing heavily. She just had a nightmare. A nightmare where her father was wounded and she was there, trying to stop his bleeding and begging him not to let go.
Adriana sat up straight, still breathing heavily. This was torture. They wouldn't let her go, she doesn't have a phone either. How was she to talk to her father? She needed to ask him if all was well with him. But who was she deceiving? From the look of things, it seemed she will not be able to live the mansion in her whole life unless she was taken out of the mansion. Now, the question is, who will take her out of the mansion? It was obvious that those men only follow the orders of the said man who had her locked up.