Realizing that Sebastian was absolutely not going to let me leave, I had no choice but to retreat and sit back down on the throne like chair. I settled in, praying desperately that whatever was coming next would be benign, a simple false alarm.
I had barely been seated for three minutes when the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed across the concrete floor. I raised my head and looked toward the entrance I had used. The middle-aged butler, the one who had feigned kindness and claimed he wasn't allowed on this floor, reappeared.
He was leading two imposing men who were dragging a third man between them. The captive was blindfolded and clearly struggling to remain standing.