The Perfect Sin

06

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I barely managed to get any sleep last night. Every time I even dared to even close my eyes, I'd jump at the thought of someone entering the room or standing at the end of the bed.

The slightest noise from outside the room would startle me.

Throughout the entire night there was movement outside the door. I could see the lights change and the shadows move when someone walked by, and the sound of their voices, especially early into the a.m when it was a lot more quiet.

Even with all the people walking by, none of them came into the room.

I was offered dinner last night but refused it. Does he actually think that I'll be able to stomach anything?

Who on earth does Renzo think he is? He keeps me here regardless of my pleas to leave, feeds me these absurd stories about how he can kill me and how I can help him take down a bunch is scary men. Not to mention the fact that my apartment was raided by two deranged creeps.

Wiping my eyes for what feels like the hundredth time in the past few minutes, I feel Simon creeping up on the bed. I move the bed covers away from my face to be met with his big blue eyes, a purr following shortly afterwards.

"Hi boy." I mumble, reaching out and stroking his head.

I wish I was in his position. He has absolutely no idea what's going on, apart from the fact he's been moved from his home and is now snuggled up in a much more comfortable bed. A bigger one too.

He doesn't know the danger we're in. The people we're surrounded by. The fact that we're here by no choice of our own.

There's nothing I can do. No way to escape. Nothing I can say to allow them to let me leave. Renzo clearly has his mind made up. I'm never leaving here. At least not until he's done with me anyway.

Even after all the time I spent trying to figure out who he is, I still can't work out why he seems so familiar. There's something about him that makes me feel as though I've seen him somewhere before.

He doesn't appear to be someone you'd particularly want to know anyway, so it's probably for the best that I don't realise why he's so familiar.

A gentle knocking on the door immediately causes my body to tense as I snap my head in the direction of it. I watch with wide eyes as the door is clearly being unlocked, before the handle is turned and it begins to open.

I shift in the bed, clutching the covers tight against my chest as I anticipate whoever is about to enter the room.

A second later, Cora's face comes into view and I feel my chest deflate a little. "Good morning." She greets in a friendly tone.

Good morning? I wish it was.

Simon lays curled up on the end of the bed, his eyes closed again. I swear all this cat does is eat and sleep.

"Boss has bought a litter tray for your cat." She explains as she enters the room. "He also stocked up on some food and bowls which are to be kept in here."

I narrow my eyes. "He wants me to feed him and let him shit in the bedroom that he expects me to sleep in?"

She shrugs sympathetically. "I'm afraid it's either that or nothing, miss."