Rowan has been coming into my room every other day to feed me and make sure I am still breathing.

I have gotten a little of my strength back, but I still feel weaker than normal. My arms fucking hurt like a bitch too since they are still chained to the wall, and I haven't had a decent night's rest in such a long time.

I have been rotting in this damn room for almost two weeks.

Fuck I can't wait to go home and go to sleep. I have been daydreaming about my bed and what it feels like.

I have also been doing a lot of thinking about a lot of things which is kind of scary. I have been thinking about Alexander, my parents, the marriage, the whole mafia, and then what Vladimir's plan could be.

Speaking of him, I still haven't talked to him or seen him. The last time I saw him was when I first came here and when I threatened him.

I think I definitely scared him with my threat because-

"How is my little princess doing?"

My thinking gets cut off when I hear his voice. I look up and see Vladimir.

When the fuck did he get here?

I roll my eyes and look back down at the floor. "What can I do for you, Vladimir?"

"You know things are starting to come into motion."

"With what?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"My plan. My plan for your family's fall. Where your entire world crumbles in the palm of my hand."

"Sure," I chuckle.

One way I have been entertaining myself is fucking around with the guards outside my room. They are told not to touch me no matter how much I fuck with them or bug them. But now that Vladimir is here, I can threaten him again.

Vladimir walks closer to me and then kneels, so his face is right in front of mine. "You have such a big mouth. I wonder how your lover Alexander takes care of that or your father."

"And I bet you have a small dick just like every other douche bag on this planet." I then feel Vladimir grab my hair and pull me so close that I can feel his breath hit my face. "Get the fuck out of my face, do you have a decent toothpaste or something?" I groan as he holds onto my hair tighter.

I then feel a hand slap my face harshly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I chuckle. "A lot of things." I look at Vladimir and see him glaring at me. "Let me go," I demand.

Vladimir gets closer to my face, and I can feel his lips touch mine making me back up a little and almost gag from him being this close to me.