Sidhu led Suri to the mansion's underground dungeon lit with a dim light, the air in the cold chamber thick with tension.
Martha, stripped down to just her undergarments, was tightly bound to a chair in the center of the room, her entire body drenched with water from head to toe, her hair disheveled and scattered.
A gag was stuffed in her mouth, suffocating her. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit space. She longed for sleep, she wanted to fall unconscious but something injected into her kept her awake no matter how much exhausted she was and tried to fall asleep.
The walls were painted in total black, adding a deceptive comfort to the dreariness of the situation.
Tiny cameras dotted every corner, ensuring that every moment was captured and monitored.
Suri watched the live feed from a large monitor outside the white room. Martha shivering uncontrollably, sat in a fetal position, her eyes darting around in panic.
CRUNG!
