Chapter 3: A Cruel Encounter
In the shadowy confines of the sprawling mansion, time unfolded like a slow, relentless torture for Nikki. Each passing day seemed to etch deeper wounds into her already battered soul. She lay on the cold, unforgiving floor, her body bruised and bloodied, a silent testament to the brutality she endured.
Then came Alexander, a figure shrouded in darkness, his presence casting a pall over the room. His once-immaculate attire now bore the stains of violence, a chilling reflection of the turmoil consuming him. With an unsettling calmness, he approached Nikki, his movements deliberate as he knelt beside her. A gentle touch brushed aside a stray strand of hair, revealing a face marred by the scars of his own inner conflict.
But any semblance of tenderness evaporated as his men descended upon her like vultures, their rough hands seizing her frail form. Nikki's feeble protests echoed in the air, drowned out by the overwhelming force of their grasp. Despite her struggles, she was dragged away, a mere pawn in Alexander's twisted game of power and domination.
Even as she was pulled further into the abyss, Nikki summoned the last vestiges of her strength to hurl insults at her captor. But Alexander remained unmoved, his attention fixated on some distant horizon, his indifference a chilling reminder of her insignificance in his eyes.
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