Oakley paced around in her room. Dinner was over. She was out of the elegant dress and into her normal oversized shirt and pants. It was midnight and everyone was already asleep. Everyone except her.
She had tried to sleep but the memory of the dinner with her owner looped countinouslyin her head without pause.
'I don't force what doesn't belong, but I always keep what does.'
What did he mean by that? Why was everyone being so cryptic in this house? Why couldn't anyone just explain to her what was going on?
He had said that she wasn't being kept against her will, yet she wasn't allowed to leave. She was being treated like a guest in the mansion – a guest with no freedom whatsoever. If anything, she felt more like a caged animal.
The attention was getting too much; from Daniel, Jordan, Ian, Anthony, and now... even her owner. At this point, it was going to be hard to leave this place without being caught but she wasn't giving up just yet.
