Jesse entered the room where Michael is being held and she observed that his wrists are bloody from the leather straps which cut in his skin.
"Did you try to yank yourself free?", she asked mockingly. "You know that no one gets out of those like that. You used these kinds of restraints, didn't you? You should know that your best bet is to break the chair, but it's reinforced with a metal frame so… tough luck."
Michael was breathing heavily while his gaze didn't leave the television. The pain in his hands, wrists, legs, nothing compared to the agony in his heart and mind while he helplessly watched Oni being tortured. He screamed instead of Oni, and no one answered his calls.
Jesse approached him and opened her hand, a few inches in front of his face. "Your lover sends this back."
Michael's sight focused on Jesse's palm, and there he saw the ring, still on Oni's finger which was cut off with the bolt cutter.