Giselle walked to the window, only to recall that Henry had sealed all the exits long ago to prevent her escape; the air in the room was entirely recycled.

In that moment, she could do nothing but stand there, trapped and powerless.

Soon, the sound of running water ceased, and Henry stepped out from the bathroom, draped only in a bath towel.

His abdominal muscles clearly defined, water droplets followed the contours of his body, trailing down his chest.

“Not trying ...