Ariana's POV

He carried me into the room and closed the door behind him.

Instead of heading to the bed, he went into the bathroom where the maids kept the torture materials.

I raised my head from his shoulder and asked with alertness, "Why are you taking me to the bathroom?"

He ignored me and walked inside.

In the bathroom, I saw the neatly arranged torture materials in a corner, and I shuddered at the sight of them.

"Come down," he said, and reluctantly, I did as told.

He walked away and stood in a corner, leaving me standing in front of a long roll of a device that looked...