Bella was bound to a chair, this brought about a feeling of deja vu but her mind was made of iron. The room was small, she was strapped on a metal chair with a table and couch in this small room. The walls were pitch black and the light bulb was flickering, it gave an eerie feeling that Bella couldn't shake but this was nothing compared to what she had gone through.
She was looking forward to seeing what they had in store for her because something told her it wasn't brutality.
This was a community and that meant that they would have their own rules that govern it.
Surely, torture had to be against those rules; even if it wasn't.
Torture wasn't going to do it and she expected some big intimidating monster to appear to carry out whatever was to come but in came Dimitris.
"I have told you all I know, if you don't believe me then you can go ahead and torture me," Bella gave him the heads up.
