Alexander pov
“What are we doing here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as I dragged her down to the basement. Her steps faltered for a brief moment, her gaze locking onto the unconscious man tied to a chair, his head slumped forward.
She let out a startled gasp as recognition dawned on her—the man tied to the chair was the one from the amusement park, the one who had dared to almost lay his hands on her.
“You’ll see soon enough,” I said in a low, controlled voice, dragging her toward the empty chair directly in front of the bastard. Without giving her a choice, I forced her to sit down.
“Sit, and under no circumstances must you move or look away. Do you understand?” I leaned in, my breath brushing against her ear.
“Disobey my words, and I will swear I would be more brutal”
