**Chapter 4: The Capture**

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each passing moment. Amalia's eyes darted towards the door, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew that it was only a matter of time before they came for her. The door to her cell burst open, and Lucien stood in the entrance, a cold smile spreading across his face. "It's time to go for a walk, Amalia," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Amalia's eyes flashed with defiance as she stood up, her fists clenched at her sides. She knew that she had to fight, but she was surrounded by too many people. James stepped forward, his eyes locked on hers, and Amalia felt a shiver run down her spine. Without a word, James reached out and grabbed Amalia's arm, his grip like a vice. She struggled against him, but he was too strong. Lucien nodded, and two of his men stepped forward, grabbing Amalia's other arm and her legs. Together, they dragged Amalia out of the cell and down the hallway, her screams echoing off the walls. She kicked and struggled, but it was no use. They were too strong, and she was too weak. As they reached the special room, James nodded to Lucien, who closed the door behind them. The room was small and dimly lit, with a single table in the center. Amalia's eyes widened as she saw the restraints lying on the table. James smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Time to tie you down, Amalia," he said, his voice low and menacing. Amalia struggled against her captors, but they were too strong. They pinned her down on the table, and James reached for the restraints. He picked up the first one, a heavy metal cuff, and wrapped it around Amalia's right wrist. "Please, don't do this," Amalia begged, her voice shaking with fear. James just smiled, his eyes locked on hers. He tightened the cuff, making sure it was secure. Amalia struggled against it, but it was no use. It was too tight. Next, James moved on to Amalia's left wrist, securing it to the table with another cuff. Amalia screamed and kicked, but James just held her down, his grip like a vice. Her ankles were next, James securing them to the table legs with heavy metal straps. Amalia thrashed about, her eyes flashing with defiance, but James just held her down. Finally, James picked up a special collar, one that had a built-in restraint system. He wrapped it around Amalia's neck, securing it tightly. Amalia gasped, her eyes widening in fear. As he finished restraining her, James stepped back, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Amalia was completely helpless, tied down to the table with no way to escape. Lucien stepped forward, a camera in his hand. "Time to document our little captive," he said, his voice dripping with malice. James nodded, his eyes locked on Amalia's face. He walked over to her, the camera lens inches from her face. Amalia struggled against her restraints, her eyes flashing with defiance, but James just smiled. "Look at the camera, Amalia," James said, his voice low and menacing. Amalia tried to look away, but James just pressed the camera closer to her face. She screamed, her eyes flashing with anger, but James just kept filming, capturing every moment of her struggle. As the camera kept rolling, James leaned in close, his voice low and menacing. "We're going to break you, Amalia," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Amalia's eyes widened in fear, and she screamed again, but James just kept smiling, the camera still rolling.