Chapter 9

Layla’s POV

When the woman had walked me into this room, I’d wondered how he’d react when he saw me looking different from the woman he had kidnapped yesterday—I couldn’t recognize myself when I looked into the mirror after my makeup was done. But I was met with a large, circular room with complete glass walls, not a single window, a large bed situated in the center of the room and a single circular table at the other side of the glass wall, with a black clothing and all sorts of food you could think about seated on it.

I stopped to look for a while before I heard the door slam behind me and the woman was gone, leaving me alone in the room. I couldn’t find a single thing to watch to keep my mind busy. The night was slowly getting darker but the room was brightly lit, it was impossible to think it was completely dark outside.

I walked over to the table and sat down, wondering if I’m supposed to eat. I didn’t want to eat but my body said otherwise. I needed to