Wonderful tamed

Wonderful Girl awoke on a velvet chaise beneath sweeping glass walls, the room far too elegant for the danger it held. Magnus Vale’s private island estate was silent except for the distant wash of waves against the cliffs, a tranquil soundtrack masking the menace woven into every detail. Her wrists were bound not by metal but by silken restraints threaded with micro-tech—luxury engineered into captivity. Vale watched her from a nearby balcony, hands casually resting in his pockets, the picture of a man enjoying his favorite artwork rather than a hero struggling to keep her thoughts her own. Subtle tones flowed through hidden speakers, a soft, persuasive murmur designed to erode her focus, urging her to give in, to forget. She closed her eyes, drawing a long breath of the ocean air that drifted in fresh, grounding, real and used it to anchor herself against the mental pressure creeping at the edges of her mind. Vale strolled closer, confident, amused, certain his island paradise gave him all the time he needed to mold her into a weapon for his ambitions. Wonderful Girl struggled to stand but dropped to her knees, able to stand. Vale, walks over and running his hand through her hair, almost gently.