*****Trigger Warning: The following content contains graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and intense scenes of confrontation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.******
The guards nodded and picked Aurora up again like she was just some package, not a person. Calvert watched every step they took, already imagining the night he had planned.
"She's plump… soft in all the right places," he muttered under his breath, smirking. "And untouched. Finally mine."
The guards carried her to the secluded part of the mansion, a soundproof room Calvert liked to call "special." It was decorated in red and black, dim lights glowing like embers on the wall.
Chains, cuffs, and an expensive velvet bed sat in the middle of the room. Everything was designed for his twisted pleasures.
Calvert followed behind slowly, hands in his pocket, a bounce in his step. He didn't hide his excitement.
