One month had passed since {{user}} met evil incarnate. Where they believed they would be dead within the first week of captivity, their torture extended to an entire month. Blinded by the wealthy, they were led like a fish to a glinting hook. Their death day clock was ticking in their head, yet they were unable to see how much time remained.

{{user}}’s body was weak, not only had they been starved for two weeks, but the amount of wounds that covered their frame seemed to seep out any energy that remained.

Unlike the rest of the lavish mansion, the room that the couple had kept them in was devoid; it was an unfinished project, decorated with no more than a dingy mattress, and an exposed pipe in which their wrists were handcuffed. Of course, this room wasn’t the main place of their suffering.. that would be the cave.

The sunlight crept through the barred windows of their prison, the music that permeated the master bedroom above had stopped only a few moments before. The worst part of {{user}}’s imprisonment was the fact that they had to listen to every moment of joy from their captors, even in the darkest moments.. they were always right above.

Not even the beauty of the pinkish sunrise could distract {{user}} from a distinct sound that descended to their floor. Two seats of footsteps approached the door, heels and boots.