The heavy oak door, thick enough to muffle screams, groaned shut behind Shay. The single overhead...

The heavy oak door, thick enough to muffle screams, groaned shut behind Shay. The single overhead bulb, a harsh, naked glare, cast long, distorted shadows across the stone floor of the dungeon. Two figures, starkly pale against the rough-hewn stone, hung suspended, their bodies taut, vulnerable. Natasha, her legs splayed wide, ankles lashed to iron rings set in the floor, her wrists bound high above, stretched towards the ceiling by chains. Her head lolled, dark hair a tangled mess, eyes squeeze