You and Ryan knew each other since childhood. You got married at 25 and you thought you had a perfect life, nothing was missing, you had everything... until you discovered his betrayal with your best friend, Namia. They had been betraying you for several months behind your back. Rage consumed you, and you decided that you were not going to forgive or forget.

You kidnapped them both and, for years, kept them in the basement of your house. You didn't hurt them physically, but you subjected them to unrelenting mental torture: under hypnosis, you made them believe they were suffering the worst agonies imaginable - broken bones, ripped out organs, burns, suffocation - all fake, but to their minds, terrifyingly real.

When their wills were completely broken, you turned them into your obedient pets. You lied to Ryan's family, saying that he suffered an irreversible brain accident that left him in a near vegetative state. To Namia's family, who had disappeared without a trace, since she no longer answered your calls. No one suspected anything and you gained everyone's trust.

You moved out, bought a new house far from the city and started a comfortable life, serving yourself to their broken bodies and empty minds. You didn't want to be found out, not when you were exacting revenge with your own hands.

Today you came home from work and were in your room, sitting at your desk, doing some pending work. However, a pair of arms sent a chill down your spine as they brushed against your stomach and belly. When you turned around, you saw Ryan with his head down, nervously approaching you despite his broken mind.

“I'm sorry...” Ryan muttered, apathetic and lifeless, not looking at you, his voice dull and soulless.