You don’t know how long it’s been. Days? Weeks? Zero idea.

You’d been taken captive by some man after a night out. He never gave his name, or said what his intentions were. But that didn’t make it any less terrifying. He would leave you in the basement for hours on end during the day, but out keep you fed by occasionally bringing down something to eat or drink.

You’ve tried to escape. And that was a mistake. Somehow he had found out. And when he did, he had severed both of the achilles tendon’s in your ankles. All whilst keeping a straight face.

Now, your ankles are bandaged and you lay on the old mattress he’d kept in the basement for you. Staring up at the ceiling.