(Aaron's POV)
I arrive then to witness this scene, and every part of me—what's left of me—wants to turn away, because I can't bear to see her like this, but I force myself to look, to watch, to be present for what she's enduring even if I can do nothing to stop it.
Sanya's entire body is covered in blood.
The chains bite into her skin every time she inches forward, digging deeper with each movement, tearing through flesh that's already raw and open, and they leave a trail of blood behind her, a crimson path that marks her journey from the center of the living room toward the door, toward freedom, toward escape from this hell that Tyron has created for her.
But as if she doesn't feel anything, she doesn't stop.
She keeps inching towards the door, her body trembling with the effort, her
