Illusion of Choice

(Sienna’s POV)

The room was beautiful.

The room was a masterpiece of wealth and power—high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, sleek modern furniture that cost more than most people made in a year. The plush carpet was soft beneath my bare feet, the air thick with the scent of roses and expensive cologne.

It was beautiful.

It was also a prison.

I sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on