In the eighth floor guest room.
Captain Jake's man, cautiously opened the box in the room.
As the lid flipped open, a woman tied hand and foot was immediately revealed inside.
She was curled up in the large box, her face pallid. To keep her silent, a cloth had been stuffed into her mouth, her bound wrists and ankles were visibly red and swollen.
The woman who was usually so proud looked now unbelievably weak and pitiable.
He bent down, reached in, lifted the woman out of the box, threw her onto the bed, and shook her shoulder.
"Duke sir?!"
The woman did not respond, due to prolonged shortages of water and food, combined with fatigue and lack of oxygen, she had slipped into unconsciousness.
"Is she dead?"
The henchman reached out and tested her breath, which was very weak.
Just as he was about to pull the gag from her mouth, there was a knock on the door.
"Coming!" He withdrew his hand and walked to the door, "Who's it?"
"Room service."
