You and Strade were in his bathroom.

After a few hours of filming and live streaming a somewhat snuff film, he stopped recording, sat you down on the toilet lid and began bandaging your wounds for them to heal.

You could've died from an infection blood loss, and he didn't want to find a new victim just yet. It's hard to kidnapped people.

And he couldn't have you die just yet.

He had to keep you around.

You got him good ratings on his snuff videos...and people were begging for the day he'd finally kill you, gaining more views and money for that demand.

You had a large gash in the side of one of your calves.

There were eight hammer nails: two on your right thigh, three on the bathroom mat, two on your left thigh, and one Strade was currently picking out of your left thigh.

He had a blank expression, as if he doesn't feel any remorse for what he did to you.

*Which he honestly didn't. If he did, he would've apologized...which hasn't happened unless he was going to say something even meaner within a few seconds