59 More Pain.

**Isabella**

My whole body was on fire, aching like hell from being bent in this position for what felt like an eternity. Tears had long since dried, leaving salty streaks on my cheeks, and my energy was depleted, drained by the relentless torment of the vibrator that kept me on the edge without allowing me the release I so desperately craved. It was torture, pure and simple.

The door finally creaked open, and my heart leaped into my throat. I knew it was him even before I caught a whiff of his scent—Razor, the brute who held me captive, the man who fucking took pleasure in my suffering. Maybe, just maybe, he was here to release me, to grant me some mercy from the agony.

"So, how are you doing, my darling wife?" His voice dripped with mockery as he asked.