Aaron Wyatt was brought to a sealed room. It was laid out like a jail cell, but much larger.
The moment he was inside, the men holding him let go, left, and immediately locked the door.
The room was vast, but there was nothing in it except for a large iron plate blocking the view ahead.
Aaron Wyatt stared coldly at the iron plate, wondering what was behind it.
Suddenly, the iron plate began to rise, revealing the scene within—
Annabelle Linton was bound to the wall, her hands tied. Her face was flushed, and she squirmed restlessly, her eyes glazed over.
Beside her, a shirtless man was closing in, eyeing her like prey.
Aaron Wyatt could tell at a glance. She had been drugged!
He tried to go to her, to save her, but a door of iron bars blocked his path.
"Annabelle! Annabelle!"
