Elena's POV

The expensive room I was in felt like a luxurious prison, and my new phone in my hand seemed like shackles, merely giving me an illusion of freedom I thirst for.

But I knew for a fact that everything I said and did was being watched. Yet, despite it all, a kind of reckless optimism flickered within me… this small taste of freedom was the reward for my cooperation today.

The thought felt cheap and dirty from the start. Like I'm some prostitute waiting for a tip. But I ruthlessly ...