I sighed as pulled a bag of ice from the freezer. I was at my wife’s prison, the one specially made for her to keep her weak and hidden from the public eye. Her father decided it would be right to lock his very powerful daughter up in case she might hurt him. At this point, I might free her just to let him die.

I climbed down the stairs to the basement, the ice bag already stinging my palms. I unlocked the heavy iron door and entered the prison.

It was pretty warm. If anyone else were locked up in here, they’d be cozy. Not her. Her weakness was heat.

My heart slightly broke when I saw her sweaty form tied up. I sighed and placed the bag on her lap.

“Tell me you’re fine. Tell me you’re going to be okay when I leave.”