Time is running out

For the past week, Eleonor has been locked in the bedroom of the mansion in Denver. Just as Giovanni said that night, he has kept everyone from seeing her. Even her meals are taken in the room and brought in by himself.

At first, she thought this was just a tantrum… a casual punishment. But as the days go by, and she finds herself in complete boredom, having her phone confiscated, and her social circle reduced to nothing, it has become a real torture. In some ways, every punishment brought it a small amount of pleasure. She ended up enjoying it, even a little. But there's no pleasure in fronting the ceiling, except imagining a thousand ways to repay Giovanni for everything he has done to her.

Damn Reviello.

She's on the eighth day of her imprisonment. Her body is immersed in the tub with hot water, lotions and rose petals sticking to her body. She thought it would be nice to relax and forget about her current circumstances, but her mind is an object of anguish itself. Worse than bei