His stomach turned violently.
Why did she take pictures?
Jianna tilted her head, studying his reaction with clear amusement, her lips curling into a soft, affectionate smile. Like this was a lovers' moment. Like she hadn't shattered his world with a single screen.
"See that, my love?" she said gently, her voice sweet. "This photo would be sent to your beloved Athena."
Oliver shook his head immediately, the chains biting into his wrists as he struggled. Panic clawed up his throat, raw and choking.
"No… you wouldn't dare," he rasped.
If Athena saw those pictures, he would think he was dead.
Jianna's smile widened at the realization dawning in his eyes. She crouched slightly so they were face to face,
"Oh, baby," she murmured fondly, almost cooing. "Of course I would."
Oliver's chest heaved as fear replaced the pain.
"You're trying to break her," he said hoarsely. "That's what this is. You want her to suffer."
