Romulus was sitting cross-legged in the dark cellar of his manor. The darkness didn’t bother him at all; he could clearly see everything that he wanted to see.
He could see the subtle red color of the wine in the glass that he was holding, he could see the gloomy colors of the cold stone walls, and he could see the woman in a dirty white gown who was lying on the floor in front of him.
The woman was letting out muffled screams through her gagged mouth. While screaming, she was also struggling to untie her hands that were tied behind her back with a strong rope. Her legs were also tied so as to stop her from crawling or walking. There was evidence of struggle around her ankles; she had visible bruise marks that were bleeding freshly.
Romulus swirled the wine and took a whiff. “Aah…” he let out a pleased moan, the wine smelled strong, just as he liked it.
