Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I stumbled around my old bedroom, throwing open curtains
and peering outside. I tried to open the windows, but they were
bolted shut.
Fucking asshole. What was I? Ten?
The driveway in front of my father’s house glowed with
electric lanterns and headlights of sporadic cars coming and
going, while men paced in black suits, some with flashlights
behind the tree line but every one of them with a walkie-talkie,
I was sure.
Even if I broke the window, I wouldn’t get far. I was sure
Anderson would love another chance at a cheap shot, though.
I pulled the hand towel away from the scratch that asshole
gave me, seeing the cloth soaked again. This was the third
towel. It was still bleeding.
I blew out a breath, the hair on the back of my neck rising
as heat spread over my skin. I charged away from the window,
kicking a trunk sitting on my floor.
“Fuck,” I growled, tossing the towel off somewhere and
grabbing a T-shirt from my dresser and pulling it on.
I had to get out of here. Soon, before I didn’t have any
energy left. They hadn’t fed me all day, and no one had come
to check on me. I knew there were guards outside my door,
though. I was stopped as soon as I tried to leave earlier.
I should tell them I was bleeding. My father would get me
a doctor.
As long as I got back in line, brought Arion back home,
played the husband, and went to work for him.
I shook my head. Fuck him.
I was going to burn this place to the ground with him in it.
If he was lucky.
I had to get out of here before anyone got to Winter. I was
the only one who’d be able to keep her safe.