When Scott woke up, he was already in a chair. His feet and hands were bound by chains, and they were silver chains because they burned his skin, and his body was tied together on a chair.

Ciara was kneeling before him in a cage. Hands and feet were still tied to the handcuffs. Not a single strand of thread covered her body. And at that moment, Scott roared with anger. He growled and tried to break free from the damn chain.

No one is allowed to see Ciara—his Ciara—in this state.

“What do we have here?” hissed a voice, and a figure emerged from a dark corner of the...