Anna, Recson's wife, came to and found herself in a dark space. She was seated on the rough flooring, her back propped up against the equally rugged wall.

As she lifted her hands, she felt a weighty and frigid sensation around her wrists, accompanied by the sound of metal clinking, revealing that she was bound in chains. Her ankles weren't spared as well.

Although the darkness obscured her vision in her current surroundings, she was aware that she was nearly bare, save for her delicate lace ...