No matter how much he fought against it, it was pointless. Connor found himself shoved under the bed, while Chloe was yanked off it, her hands tied to the room's only long table. Connor seemed to know what was coming. He yelled out in desperation, “Let her go, let her go!”
Claire watched from the sidelines, her eyes glinting with a touch of madness. "Colin, it's all wrapping up. Everything will finally end! Let's give back the pain we've suffered!"
“Claire, what are you doing? Let her go! If you’ve got a bone to pick, pick it with me!” Connor shouted, veins popping as he struggled against his bonds. The harder he fought, the tighter they became, until his wrists bled where the ropes bit into his skin.
Claire stepped closer. “Connor, take a good look. Feel the pain and despair!”
“No, Claire, please, don’t!” Connor's face flushed red with exertion, his teeth clenching so tightly that blood trickled from his mouth. “You can’t do this, you can’t!”
Meanwhile, Chloe was also struggling fiercely. Her hands and feet were tied to the table, leaving her almost unable to move. Around her, several armed guards leered at her, like predators eyeing their next meal. Chloe sensed a danger she hadn’t felt before—not just a threat, but a deep humiliation.
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