BENITA

My pillow was soaked in tears, unable to fathom why Felix wouldn't let me leave.

The sense of feeling trapped was choking me, I wanted to leave so desperately, to search for and find a life.

And just then it occurred to me, why do I need his permission to leave? Fuck that damn contract, I just need to go — right?

I picked up a piece of paper and began to draw a plan. Felix leaves some men at home to watch me, like a large piece of expensive beef, and he leaves one to drive me ...