The Private Prisoner

Marcella POV

The heavy door clicked shut behind that bastard, but his parting command still echoed in my skull. Had he just casually given these people permission to acknowledge my existence? Was that why I had been treated like a ghost this entire time?

"Santino!" I shouted, the raw fury bubbling over as I spun to face the guard.

"Yes, Mistress?" he answered instantly, standing at attention.