through the fog, his words sharp and commanding. "Follow me, Layla," he growled, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and cruelty. Layla hesitated, her heart racing with fear. But Ryke

oor that looked like it bel

o your new home, Layla," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yo

y. Ryker's eyes seemed to bore into her soul as he spoke. "You'll be trained to obey me, Layla. You'll learn to do exactly as I say, without question or hesitation. And you'll learn to love it." Layla's heart sank at his words. She knew that she was in grave danger, and that she had to find a way to escape before it was too late. But for now, she was trapped, and she had no choice but to obey Ryker's every command. The days that followed were a blur of pain and humiliation. Ryker was a cruel and merciless man pushing Layla to her limit

to try. As she lay in her bed, staring up at the cold, stone ceiling, Layla felt a spark of determination ignite within her. She would escape, no matter what it took. And she would make sure that Ryker paid for what he had done to her in every way possible. The thought sent a surge of adrenaline throu

strategies, her determination to escape burning brighter with every passing moment. But little did Layla know, Ryker had a few tricks up his sleeve, he knew already that his little cun