In a dimly lit room, anguish and violence filled the air. A tall, imposing figure relentlessly inflicted brutality upon a chained and defenseless man. Each punch landed with vicious precision, assaulting the man's stomach, chest, and face.
The room echoed with the sickening sound of fists making contact, and the unfortunate victim was perilously close to unconsciousness. Blood poured from his mouth, staining his bruised and battered face. But the brutality didn't stop.
"Stop, stop beating him." Elsa's voice trembled with anguish as she squirmed in her own restraints, her eyes brimming with tears.
Her heart was heavy with guilt and despair. She longed to intervene, to halt the vicious beating, but her hands were cruelly bound and her feet shackled.
The sense of powerlessness was overwhelming, and she blamed herself for this nightmarish ordeal. If only she had listened to her brother, none of them would have been ensnared in this nightmarish situation.
