The Montgomery mansion loomed ahead, an imposing edifice against the night sky that seemed to grow blacker with each passing moment. Inside its walls, a heavy silence settled like a suffocating blanket, cut only by the sound of muted conversation echoing through the opulent corridors.
In one of the mansion's many rooms, Della found herself chained to an elegantly framed bed, the warmth of the soft covers a cruel contrast to the icy grip of captivity. She lay naked, vulnerable and exposed, mind racing to comprehend the dire situation she found herself in. Jax was nearby, his small frame curled up in a corner with tears glistening in his wide blue eyes.
"Mommy…" he whimpered, his voice trembling with fear. "I don't like it here. Why did they take us?"
