Nadya stared straight and said nothing. Her face had no emotion in it as she walked beside the son of the man who is keeping her held here like a prisoner. She didn't want to talk and had no intention on doing so. She remembered something her mother saying something to her. "Gypsies don't do well behind stone walls." She shuttered softly at the words that ran through her head. She was behind stone walls, and possibly would be for the rest of her life.