Late night guest

There are now guards posted in front of all the mansion doors, even those leading to the back yard. Of course, just like Ivan said, they are here to keep an eye on me as I’m not allowed to step outside anymore. The more I think about it, the more I become convinced that this is kidnapping. Nothing about what’s being done to me is fair or right. Yet, I can’t go anywhere to get justice. Even if I managed to go to a police station, they’d make fun of me or call me a liar because God forbid, rich people committing any sort of crimes. But I know better than them. I’m sure there are plenty of nasty skeletons inside the Whitlocks’ closet. The few belongings in my room have been move to Ivan’s and the door is now permanently locked. It’s not like that the bedroom assigned to me was a safe space but it was definitely better than the prospect of sleeping in Ivan’s bed. When Valentino comes down for breakfast, he avoids looking at me and I find new bruises on his arms and face. I bet he had anoth