"Bring her to me," Roman said coldly, his voice calm but deadly as he sat comfortably on a bench in one of the biggest amusement parks in the city—completely deserted this early in the morning.
His men stood scattered around him, like shadows, silent and alert.
"Okay, sir," one of his men responded with a respectful bow before disappearing into the distance.
A few minutes passed, and the silence was broken by the harsh scuffling of shoes against the concrete.
The same man returned—this time accompanied by another guard, both dragging a struggling young woman between them.
She was blindfolded with a small cotton sack over her head, her hands tied behind her back.
She kicked and fought as best she could, her movements erratic, wild.
Roman watched her struggle with a slight smirk, the corners of his mouth lifting with cold amusement as she was thrown roughly to the ground before him—on her knees, defeated.
