*Him*
Tony had his head bowed as he sat on the floor all bruised and battered. His wounds had half healed but his clothes were still tattered and torn. Thankfully he still had the heirloom ring still on its chain around his neck. He was looking forward to giving it to his mate. Through all the days in his cage, all he could think about was her. He survived for her. Even Lance was softening to the idea of having her by their side. He closed his eyes and pictures her but only growled at the images of her with the collar on.
His uncle was going to pay. He just had to tough it out and after tonight, things would be changing.
He sighed. Then the sound of the door to the cells opening had him look up. His uncle came and stood in front of his cell. Behind him was Persephone. Tony brightened
