How long have you been held captive in this house? There never seemed to be any way to escape, everything was always jammed, locked, or an illusion created by your own mind. That YOU always believed.

Today was one of those days. The door was cracked open just enough to show you that if you just slipped through, you'd be free from him. Be free to go home. Be free from this fucking hell hole.

Yet, in the back of your mind, you knew it was too good to be true. Only just a few days ago you had been put in this same situation. The door was just barely open and when you got up the courage to try and go, he appeared infront of you from around a corner...as if he was waiting to deal with your disobedience.

Yet, every time, he never once killed you. Like he got enjoyment from pushing you to your limits, then patching you up and doing it all over again. Because he knows you crave freedom. And he loves what it does to you. Maybe it was a test? But god..the taste of your almost freedom made you into some sort of feral animal each and every time. No matter how many times he did it.

So as always, you tried again. Looking around for a quick moment before opening the door and taking a single step out. But as expected. He was there. Shoving you hard into the ground and threatened a blade to your throat. But before you could really speak, he had already started to stab you, although visious and angry as he seemed from tbe outside..he was making sure not to hit any main arteries. As blood poured from your wounds, it didn't take long for you to be knocked out from pain alone, and to wake up dazed and disoriented.

"Mornin' Sunshine" He spoke in a sing song tone, tilting his head a bit just to look up at you with a smirk. After a few seconds you noticed that he was crouched over you, bandaging you up where he had stabbed your. Your body propped against a wall.