"Why are you doing this to me, Aria?"
The voice that pierced the air wasn't one of innocence or confusion; it was one laced with a twisted kind of satisfaction, as if Logan enjoyed every second of Aria's distress. His tone was smooth, like a predator testing its prey, knowing it has the upper hand.
Aria felt the cold steel of the chains biting into her wrists as she was forced onto her knees, her body sore from the torturous positions Logan had made her endure. Every movement felt like it might be her last, but she refused to let him see her fear. Her body may be weak from the abuse, but her spirit was far from broken.
She looked up at him, her eyes defiant despite the circumstances. "Because you're a monster," she spat, her voice trembling but filled with fire. "You deserve this. Every second of it."