The second day of Alexander's torturous plan had come and gone, and still, I hadn't given in. I refused to submit, to give him the satisfaction of breaking me. I'd tried it once before—handed him my submission like a fragile offering—but it had been met with indifference. Now, here he was, focused on me in a way I'd never seen. His attention felt as cold and unyielding as the ropes that bound me.