Trapped in Love

Meanwhile, Daniella sat on the bed in an unfamiliar apartment. Her hair was messy, her lips were dry, and she chewed her nails incessantly.

Daniella’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on a corner. Her fingers bore evidence of the self–inflicted damage.

Daniella thought, ‘I don’t understand why Casey gets to go out today while I’m stuck in this place? It’s bad enough being confined, but there’s nothing to occupy me!

‘All I get is half a slice of bread each day for several consecutive days! What’s Mr. Hendrix trying to achieve? What does he want?‘

Daniella pondered, breathing heavily. She put down her hands and surveyed her surroundings with intensity.

“Mr. Hendrix! Face me if you dare! Why keep me locked up? What have I done to deserve this treatment?

Why inflict this on me?”

Receiving no response, Daniella angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it to the ground.

“You’re a hypocrite, Mr. Hendrix! You can give orders and imprison me, but you can’t come forward and explain? Just tell me what you want me to do, okay? Is there a point in tormenting me like this?” Daniella shouted.

As Daniella went berserk, a man monitored her. He calmly sipped water and dialed a number after observing Daniella’s frenzy.

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the other

up, exited the room, and

the window promptly opened the door.

the room upon hearing the commotion. Her eyes widened In shock as the man walked in.

are you doing here?” she asked, swiftly getting

at him. “How did you get

you think I shouldn’t

finally grasping the situation after scrutinizing the man. “You’re-

the man seized her throat,

firmly, causing her face to

stated, “Who do you think you are to speak

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