Eliza found herself trapped in a dream that seemed more real than anything she had ever experienced before. She was in a dark room, barely lit by candlelight that cast unsettling shadows on the stone walls. Her wrists were chained to a wooden post, the shackles biting into her skin with every movement. She tried to free herself, but the chains were unyielding. The cold of the metal mingled with the scorching heat emanating from her body, as if she were trapped between two worlds.
In front of her stood Lucian, his imposing figure bathed in the dim candlelight. His bare torso glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and his golden eyes looked at her with a mixture of contempt and satisfaction. In his hands, he held a whip, and his smile was cruel, a malicious curve that promised pain.
"Did you think you could play with me?" Lucian growled, his voice resonating like thunder in the room. "Did you think you could manipulate me and get away with it?"
