Meanwhile, in a dimly lit mansion on the outskirts of Summer City, Calvert Harrison dragged Lily by her hair down a flight of stairs.
The smell of sweat, blood, and damp stone filled the air. The moment the heavy basement door creaked open, Lily's stomach twisted in fear.
The room was filled with an assortment of objects—leather straps, chains, whips, and peculiar devices she didn't even recognize.
Some looked like torture instruments, others… she didn't even want to imagine their purpose.
Her breathing grew erratic.
What kind of monster was this man?
"No—no, please!" she gasped, struggling against his grip. "I don't belong here! I—!"
Calvert ignored her, throwing her onto the bed. A sickening grin stretched across his face as he hovered over her.
"You were a mistake," he murmured, his fingers tracing down her cheek mockingly. "But don't worry, I'll still have my fun.
And once I'm done with you, I'll get my hands on Aurora next."
Lily's heart pounded. Aurora.
