Chapitre 220: [ Volume 1] Chaper 220- Procline doll.

Her laughter rang out, echoing around them, almost drowning the sound of the music. "Where could you possibly run to?" Her expression twisted into one of disdain. "Look at you. Even if I let you free your hands, I can easily bind your feet." She gestured toward the bed, where a heavy chain glinted ominously in the soft light.

Without waiting for a reply, she moved swiftly, her hands deftly untying the ropes binding his wrists. As the last knot fell away, Ray felt a surge of relief, but it was short-lived. Before he could move, she seized his ankles, a wicked smile dancing on her lips as she shackled his legs with the cold metal chain. The weight of it sank into him, a heavy reminder of his new reality.

"See?" she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "A cripple can't escape. You might as well accept your fate." She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe, the embodiment of triumph.