Lucas POV
I freeze as the video on Alexander's phone begins to play. My breath catches in my throat, and my hands start to tremble.
"Mr. Alexander, please don't…" my voice cracks, weak and shaky.
Alexander's cold laughter fills the room. He turns the phone slightly so I can see the screen more clearly.
"Your sister, isn't she?" he says with a cruel smile. "She's growing up beautifully—just like you."
My eyes widen in disbelief. My heart sinks as tears burn in my eyes. They spill down my cheeks before I can stop them.
"Please," I whisper, falling to my knees. "Please don't hurt her."
Alexander sits down on the edge of the bed, still holding the wine glass in one hand. He leans forward slightly, his eyes never leaving me.
"I already give you a chance to earn your freedom, Lucas," he says softly, voice calm but sharp as a blade. "But you're too loyal for your own good. Look where that loyalty has brought you."
