Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 16

Vincent was holding Isabella, whose hand was now hastily bandaged, comforting her gently.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” he stroked her hair. “No one will ever hurt you again.”

Isabella cried in his arms like a wounded dove.

And I was dragged away like a common criminal.

New York City Detention Center, Cell Block 7.

This was where they held women on remand for minor charges.

When they pushed me into the cell, a few imposing women surrounded me.

“New girl? What’re you in for?” The leader was a large woman with tattooed arms.

“Assault,” I answered simply.

“Ooh, a little spitfire,” the woman grinned, cracking her knuckles. “You know the rules here? Newbies pay a protection fee.”

“I don’t have any money.”

“No money?” The woman’s expression soured. “Then you’ll have to pay another way.”

That night, they doused me with a bucket of ice-cold water.

I dragged my bruised and broken body out of the detention center. The sunlight was so bright it hurt my eyes.

As I reached the gate, a wave of dizziness washed over me.

The world spun, and I collapsed onto the pavement.

When I woke up, I was in another familiar hospital room.

Vincent was standing by my bed, his hands in his pockets, his voice cold and detached.

“Have you learned your lesson this time?”