Roberta POV
After Marcus left the dungeon, I felt I had regained some of my strength, but the cloud lingered. Every time he shows up, he brings more threats and pain, and all I can do now is grit my teeth and hold on.
A few hours later, the dungeon door opens again and Marcus enters, this time with no food, but a pair of handcuffs in his hand. His expression was still cold and there was a sense of determination in his eyes.
"Stand up," he ordered, his voice cold.
I struggled to get up, still weak, but I knew I couldn't show any weakness in front of him. He came over and quickly placed the handcuffs around my wrists, the cold metal touch sending a chill through my heart.
"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, trying to hide my fear.
"This is to prevent you from escaping," he
