Ren's men shoved you through a door and into a cold, damp room. The blindfold was ripped off, and you blinked, your vision adjusting to the dim light. The room was bare, except for a single chair in the middle and forced you into the chair, tying you down securely. As they stepped back, the door creaked open again. Ren’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. “Your father owes me. And you are going to make sure he pays.”
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