Tara was thrust onto an old rug in the dimly lit room, her body trembling uncontrollably. The oppressive darkness seemed to close in on her, heightening her terror. She frantically scanned the room—old carpets and rugs scattered about, with nothing else in sight.

Yuris's voice broke through the fear with a chilling edge. "She’s beautiful. I want her now," he said impatiently, pushing her down onto the rug. His bulk hovered over her, pinning her shoulders to the rough surface. Her screams pierced the air, but Yuris seemed to revel in her fear, his face darkened by a twisted pleasure.