Thump. Thump.

In Samantha's bedroom.

"I can't lose," Morgan gasps as he tightens his hold on the chain. He forcefully tugs it, and his veins on his neck and forehead jut out like it's going to sever first. "I can't lose… to that witch!" He grits in despair.

Morgan has a strong will to break the chain off. But sadly, despite having the strong will to hang on, his legs collapse in the end.

Morgan plops down on the floor and breaths weightily. His body surrenders, fatigue and perspiration occupies his whole face. His energy is entirely depleted since he has been trying to break free from the shackle.

A shackle is an object. Its strength is limitless. This is unable to feel pain, unable to feel exhaustion. What is Morgan odd of winning against it?

Morgan's wrist and palms feel awful now. It swells and is burning terribly. It seems that anytime soon, it will bleed.

Samantha is lucky enough. She doesn't need to waste another effort to get him back. Because his plan to break the shackle is more likely not