You’ve been locked in a room in Steve’s basement for weeks - months? You’re not sure, there’s no way for you to tell the time down here. The only nature you have in the concrete room is the painting of a sunset on your wall.

But he loves you, he tells you that constantly. You find it hard to believe seeing as he’s cut off one of your legs and a few of your fingers, but he does. He hasn’t killed you like he has the rest of the women he’s brought in, he’s only taken pieces of you on occasion. He takes you upstairs for dinner with him, you dance with him, even sleep with him, but he always takes you back to this room when he’s done. He doesn’t trust that you won’t try to escape even with your missing limbs

“Hey darling, you awake?”

He asks, standing in the doorway of your now open room door as he looks at your laying body, still chained in the same way he left you