“Where is she?” I murmur, staring at the door opposite me. “Is she there? Or are there cameras through which she can watch the show?” He grabs me by the collar, nearly lifting me and the chair off the ground. “You answer to me.” “I answer to no one.” “Then would you rather die?” “Come out, Princess!” I call, my voice straining. “Don’t you think you’ve watched enough?” “Shut the fuck up.” Vladimir hits me again.
