Hasn't Gone Far

Lucian's body trembled violently, his eyes wide with fear and glistening with tears. He collapsed to his knees, his sobs growing louder as he looked up at Izan, desperate and broken.

"Izan, brother! I'm your blood!" Lucian's voice cracked, his words choked by fear. "You can't do this to me! I'm your brother!" His hands reached out, pleading, trying to grasp any shred of mercy.

Izan's face was set in stone, his eyes cold as ice as they bore into Lucian, no trace of sympathy left. "Tie him up," he ordered, his voice sharp and final.

Without hesitation, Jaxon and Ren moved in, grabbing Lucian's arms and binding his hands behind his back with swift, practiced motions.

Lucian tried to resist, writhing in their grip, but it was hopeless. He wasn't strong enough, wasn't powerful enough. His pathetic sobs filled the chamber as the ropes tightened around his wrists, forcing him to his knees.