Chapter 13

Georgina's mind raced, searching for answers to the unthinkable. Who was this man? What had transpired here?

Antonio's eyes widened as he witnessed the shock and disbelief etched on Georgina's face. Concern etched lines on his forehead, but he attempted to regain control of the situation. Stepping forward, he gently approached her, his voice laced with urgency.

"You shouldn't be here, ma'am," Antonio said, his tone filled with a mixture of caution and worry. He instinctively reached out, intending to guide her away from the distressing sight. But Georgina, her emotions still raw and her determination ignited, refused to be swayed.

She stood her ground, her gaze locked on the pitiful figure bound to the chair, a testament to unspeakable suffering. The man's weakened form, drenched in his own blood, tugged at her heartstrings.

Antonio, now closer to Georgina, attempted to placate her, his hand poised to touch her back urging her to move back upstairs. But she recoiled, her voice sharp