Richard Damn, these silver chains; if only they weren't binding my body, I could have freed myself and escaped this wretched place. The weight of these chains burns my body and leaves me feeling helpless, like a prisoner in my own skin. And to add to my suffering, wolfbane was injected into my body, causing a constant ache that courses through my veins. The combination of the chains and the wolfbane is a cruel reminder of my captivity, making every movement a painful reminder of my confinement. I yearn for the day when I can break free from these restraints and reclaim my freedom once again. But I have to wait patiently, biding my time, and plan my escape meticulously. For now, I have to stay as calm as I can and focus on preserving my strength. I know that rushing into a hasty escape could lead to further harm or capture. So, I must remain composed, gathering information and resources discreetly, until the perfect opportunity presents itself. "Look who is lying here." I hear a mock

Regina"So...are you enjoying your time here?" Charles is injured; his eyes are not leaving mine as he enjoys his meal.I plastered a fake smile and nodded, appreciating the genuine interest in his question. "Absolutely! The atmosphere is wonderful, and the food is simply delicious. It's been a delightful experience so far." "Good, or I might have killed the chef for not doing his work properly." I couldn't help but choke my food at his words and cough, trying to regain my composure. Charles chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Scared...." I shook my head, trying to regain my posture, and forced a smile, though the unease lingered in my mind. Charles leaned back in his chair, still grinning. "You should be; I don't like people who don't know how to do their work properly." His playful tone didn't match the seriousness in his eyes, making me wonder just how serious he was about his statement. "Charles." I called his name, my voice wavering slightly. The tension in the room g

Regina “So, what do you think? Should I kill her? Here, Now." Charles said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. The cold blades scratched my skin, and wounds started burning as Charles tightened his grip on the weapon. Fear coursed through my veins as I desperately searched for a way to escape his sinister intentions. "Look, she is even bleeding." I could feel the blood trickling down my neck as Charles said those words with a sadistic grin. "Charles," I called his name, trying to push his hand holding the blade away from my neck. "Please, let me go. There's no need for this," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. Charles chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a twisted satisfaction. Richard, do you think so too?" Richard, who had been standing silently in the corner, nodded slowly, his expression filled with unease. "Charles, this isn't right," he said softly. "If you want revenge, then hurt rather than her." Charles's grip on the blade tightened, his smile turni

Regina“Okay,” I said, as I put all the pros and cons in the situation we are in, right at the moment."Bring out everything that I have ordered. My mate here is waiting for gifts." Charles said this to one of the women in a fancy boutique while gesturing at me. The woman nodded and quickly disappeared into the back of the boutique. As I watched her go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease for the surprises Charles had in store for me. I wondered what he planned this time. As we were waiting, my eyes scanned around the place, and I noticed the extravagant displays of designer clothing and accessories. The boutique was filled with extravagant clothes but was empty except for us. The silence made me feel even more curious about what Charles had in mind. I couldn't help but wonder if the exclusivity of the boutique held some significance to his surprise. "Here are all the pieces you have ordered, sir." The salesperson handed Charles a stack of neatly wrapped packages. I watched a

Richard"Move your feet," one of the guards said as he was pushing me towards the entrance of the place of extreme pain."Damn, how many times has it been now?" One of the guards asked, his voice filled with frustration. I stumbled forward, my feet heavy and sore from the countless times I had been forced to make this journey. It's tough this week." The other guards seemed to take pleasure in my suffering, their sadistic smiles serving as a constant reminder of the torment that awaited me inside. They both pushed over the edge of the iron bed-like frame, causing me to crash onto the cold, hard ground. The pain shot through my body, intensifying the dread that had already consumed me. "Stop falling and lie over it." One of the guards commanded, supporting my body and pushing my face into the unforgiving surface. As I struggled to comply, my mind raced with thoughts of escape, but I couldn't yet. The other guard sneered, relishing in their power over me, as they fastened the restraint