Eisley sat on the cold, hard floor, her eyes locked on Magnus, who stood looming over her with a sinister grin plastered across his face. The dimly lit room seemed to shrink around her, the shadows creeping closer as Magnus's words echoed in her mind.
"Did you just realize that no one wants you? They want the money your mother handed over to you. After stealing from me! After putting me in debt! She—that woman, how dare she think she can use me? However, you're still young, beautiful, and fresh, unlike your mother... she's gone, buried, but you're alive with that amount. You could still be useful in bed. Come on, sign it! We don't have time!"
Magnus's eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of greed and desire as he continued
His gaze flickered to the piece of paper he held, a contract that would seal her fate.
