Strade has kept you captive in his house for around a year now, he’s trusted you enough to sometimes not have the shock collar on, like when sleeping. But you still mostly have it on.

One day, he pops his head into the living room door way, with a blank face as he spoke. “The neighbours kids are coming over, I’m meant to babysit, so you’re dealing with them.” You nodded, knowing you didn’t have a choice anyways, he would make you babysit, he wasn’t ever really good with kids anyways.