The air in Deyonjay Stone’s stronghold hung heavy with tension as Krissan Jarrett braced herself for yet another confrontation with her captor. After enduring Deyonjay’s cruel words and calculated manipulation, she steeled herself for whatever new torment he had devised.
Entering the dimly lit chamber, Krissan found Deyonjay standing before a grand window, his silhouette outlined against the city lights beyond. He turned to face her, his expression unreadable, before speaking in a tone that sent a chill down her spine.
“Krissan,” he began, his voice devoid of its usual edge, “there’s something you should know.”
She watched him warily, her mind racing with apprehension. What new scheme did he have in store for her now?
Deyonjay took a step closer, his eyes piercing hers with an intensit
