She bit her lip, trembling slightly, trying to curl up her limbs. The iron chains clanged on the bed, accompanying her slight tremors with a melodious sound.
Steven Balance had previously enjoyed this process tremendously.
Taming, breaking, until complete submission.
It satisfied his desire for brutality and sadism.
But now he had no such inclination at all.
He just wanted her to completely settle down, honestly stay on this island, and no longer attempt to escape from here.
God, anyone, please save me—
She lay prostrate on the bed, like the most loyal believer, pleading and praying in her heart.
But she knew, no one would come.
No one ever came—
Just like that day when the dean took her out of the dark room and brought her to the people of the Candi Clan—
In front of her, there was always one hell after another.
An endless descent—
*
"Click."
The pen fell from his fingers, dropping onto the desk, waking the man who had dozed off with his head propped up.
