Chapitre 181: Rock-a-bye baby, In The Cold Iron Bed

In a dimly lit room, the flickering light of a single bulb cast eerie shadows against the cold, metal walls, creating a haunting atmosphere that seemed to permeate every corner. The air was heavy with the scent of rust and fear, a palpable tension that hung in the stillness like a suffocating fog.

In the center of the room, an iron bed stood as a grim centerpiece, its frame creaking under the weight of chains and shackles that held it in place. The sight of the bed sent a shiver down Alicia's spine, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light, a stark reminder of her captivity.

Standing over the bed, a man loomed, his presence imposing and menacing. His eyes gleamed with madness, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he surveyed his captive with a disturbing intensity. With each step he took, the floorboards groaned in protest, adding to the oppressive atmosphere of the room.