INT. - JULIAN BLACK'S MANSION - NIGHT

Cici hung, hands tied with thin leather straps, to the rough wooden frame Simone favored for her treatments. Her feet ached where the bindings cut into her flesh, the choking sensation of the stiff collar around her neck familiar enough she didn't fight it anymore. While everything else around her seemed soft and perfect, the cross's harshness brushed against the therapist's back in stark contrast, splinters of wood jabbing her down her ...