Sid slipped into the dimly lit chamber, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was lavishly appointed, with a grand four-poster bed dominating the space. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and something else.
His eyes widened as they adjusted to the low light, and he saw a scene that made his blood run cold. Henry, the mayor's son, stood beside the bed, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a leather whip in the other. On the bed lay Evelise, her body bare and marked with red welts from the whip. Henry's hips moved rhythmically as he thrust into her. Evelise's face was turned away. The sight of her helplessness and Henry's brutality made Sid's stomach churn.
"Fuck."
Henry's thrusts grew more violent, his grunts and Evelise's muffled cries filling the room. He drained the last of his whiskey, then hurled the glass across the chamber where it shattered against the wall. Evelise flinched at the sound, her body trembling beneath him.
