Chapter 6: The Iron Chain
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The rough fabric of the blindfold was ripped away from Lana's face. She blinked rapidly, her eyes burning as they tried to adjust to the sudden, bright light. She was gasping for air, her heart hammering violently against her ribs like a trapped bird.
As her vision cleared, she realized she was not in a dark basement or a dirty cell. She was in a room that looked like a royal palace, but it felt like a graveyard. The space was massive, with high ceilings and heavy black velvet drapes blocking the windows completely. The floor was made of polished white marble, cold enough to chill her skin. A grand, king-sized bed stood in the center, covered in dark silk sheets. Every piece of furniture was made of antique wood and gold. It was a beautiful room, but there were no handles on the inside of the thick oak doors.
Lana tried to scramble backward, wanting to hide in a corner. A sharp, heavy metal sound echoed through the quiet room.
CLINK.
A cold, agonizing pull jerked her right ankle back. Lana gasped, looking down at her foot in absolute horror. A thick, heavy iron cuff was locked tightly around her ankle. Attached to the cuff was a long, heavy metal chain that was bolted directly into the solid frame of the massive bed.
Panic exploded in her chest. She dragged herself forward, her hands scratching at the cold marble floor, trying desperately to pull away. But the chain grew tight, stopping her completely. She was trapped on the floor, shivering from the cold stone beneath her body.
Suddenly, the heavy oak doors swung open.
Two large, armed guards stepped in, standing straight like statues. Then, a tall shadow stepped into the room. Zekail walked inside. He wore a flawless, expensive black suit that made him look like death itself. His sharp jaw was clenched, and his icy grey eyes looked down at her with absolute disgust and anger. Lana shrank back against the side of the bed, her small body shaking as the powerful mafia leader closed the distance between them.
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