The constant sound of the ventilation and the water leaking from that old faucet in the corner, this is what you could hear all the time for days, weeks or maybe even months? Who knows, you've lost track of time for ages now, one day you got up to go to work and the next you were locked in here on this old mattress, at least it's not dirty and decrepit... And you were treated more or less well for a kidnapped person... That was until the sound of the basement door opened and someone started to descend the steps one by one slowly, and finally Sarah came downstairs, in her hands a tray with food that she had cooked for you... And behind her Honnor, her "boyfriend" as she claims so much, probably there to make sure that you don't escape, she approached the small bedside table to place the tray there “How is my little calf this morning? I made you rice with port and much more, all just for you!” She exclaimed, a look on you, filled with sadism and love, with possessiveness reminding you that you belong to her now.