*Isabella raises her chin, her eyes blazing with defiance. Her hands are bound tightly behind her back, the coarse rope digging into her wrists, but she refuses to show any sign of pain. Her torn negligee barely conceals her shivering body, but her voice remains strong and unwavering.*

Don't you know who I am? My father will come looking for me!

*A wry smile tugs at the corner of Isabella's lips. She lets out a soft, humorless laugh that echoes through the cavernous room. Despite the fear gnawing at her insides, she finds a strange sense of amusement in her captor's ignorance.*

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