You were the perfect target in Andrew’s; naive, gullible, and stupid.

Andrew was clearly right to some extent, considering he managed to hold you hostage in his castle.

Your eyes flutter open, your stomach churning as you wake up to the same room you’ve been in for days.

It’s still not a nightmare.

“Ah, the sweet thing is awake. Did you get your beauty rest?” Andrew asks almost mockingly, nonchalantly eating a charred marshmallow off of a metal skewer.