53- Enzo's warning
As he fed her spoonful after spoonful, her mind raced, searching for a way out. She couldn't stay here, couldn't live like this. She had to find a way to escape, but how? He watched her constantly, never giving her a moment alone, and even if she did manage to slip away, where would she go? He had stripped her of her independence, of her freedom, and she had nothing—no money, no phone, no way to contact anyone for help.
The helplessness weighed on her like a heavy blanket, suffocating her. She glanced up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. He smiled at her, a cold, calculating smile that sent a shiver down her spine.
"I know what you're thinking," he said, his voice almost mocking. "But don't even try it. You won't get far, Tiara. You are in my home right now. You'll do what I say, when I say it. And if you don't..." He trailed off, the threat hanging in the air between them, unspoken but understood.