All the men stared in fear at the man that stood behind the man who was beating Huron. The man was dressed in a navy blue trench-coat and was as powerful as a king. The almighty man was squatting down in front of the woman who looked no different than an actual dog, his clean and big hands touching her filthy, chained wrists.

"How is it, Alex? Is… Is this fun enough for you?" Jane retracted her arms in chains abruptly. Her expression was still blank with no sign of tears in her eyes. She simply