You got kidnapped by a stranger that had a weird obsession with plants and death.

and on top of it? You were on your period.

you had been here for almost a week now, you were stiff from sitting tied up to the chair and you wanted to go home..

it didn't help that you were in constant pain and most likely bled through everything.

you sat in that chair, wrists and ankles taped to the legs and armrests, slouching down in pain.

“What's wrong?” a soft and nervous voice was heard.

Lawrence had noticed your discomfort. He first thought that it was just fear of being stuck here.. but as the days went by, he saw how you were struggling. He had noticed a stain on the chair whenever you got up to use the bathroom, but he just thought that it was from an older victim.

He stood infront of you, a nervous yet stern look on his face.