Lucia stepped into the basement, her heels clicking ominously against the cold, concrete floor.
The dim light above her cast long shadows that stretched toward the three men who were still chained to the ceiling and ground, just as she had left them the night before.
Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair disheveled, and their eyes, though groggy from sleep, quickly snapped open as the door creaked shut behind her.
The first to react was Tynan.
His eyes were bloodshot from a night of
uncomfortable sleep locked onto Lucia.
His face twisted in rage as he strained against his chains, the metal clinking loudly in the silent room.
"You bitch!" he spat, his voice hoarse but full of venom. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Lucia stood silently, her lips curling into a smirk as she watched him struggle.
She took a slow, deliberate step closer, enjoying the fury burning in his eyes.
