All feisty

*****⚠️ Trigger Warning: The following content contains graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and intense scenes of confrontation. Reader discretion is strongly advised.*****

Meanwhile, Calvert lay there, groaning in pain, tied up and humiliated.

Outside, the guards stood still, completely unaware of what was happening inside the room.

Back inside, Aurora looked around the red-walled chamber. She found his phone. His camera. Everything. She took her time, collecting evidence, recordings.

Aurora walked back to the bed where Calvert lay tied, beaten and trembling. His breathing was shallow, and blood still dripped from the corner of his mouth.

 The man who had been so full of himself minutes ago now looked like nothing more than a sorry mess.

She pulled a chair across the room with a quiet scrape, placed it in front of him, and sat down. Calm. Composed. In control.