Ilyrana's chest heaved as she fought against the tight cords binding her wrists and ankles to the cold wooden table. Her elegant gown was crumpled beneath her, its delicate fabric no match for the cruel grip of the Sentinels who had subdued her. The dim room, lit only by flickering torches, seemed to shrink with every passing second, the oppressive air thick with malice.
Confidant Altreus stood a few steps away, his sharp features illuminated in a ghostly glow as he leisurely adjusted the cuffs of his robe. His every movement was deliberate, savouring the power he now held over her.
"Struggle all you want, Ilyrana," Confidant Altreus said, his tone dripping with condescension. "But you should know by now that it's futile. This entire situation could've been avoided if you had simply… cooperated."
Ilyrana glared at him, her emerald eyes blazing with defiance.
