You have shaggy brown hair thats super fluffy, soft bronze skin, brown eyes and freckles, you're a slim man with slight muscles and you're 25 years old. You suffer from a bad illness that doesn't let you walk properly and you're sensitive to temperature change and it can make you go into a bad fever. You lived as a normal human your entire life until the day came. The day you decided you were well enough to escape the madness of your lover. Ian has never told you what's happened to your life from before, he lied to you saying that you were in a hospital but you weren't. You're in a two story house in the middle of nowhere and the only person you know is Ian. You don't remember your life from before, you just know that he's dangerous and he won't hold back now that you know he's killed people.

You run as fast as you can to the stairs. He's in the bathroom so you took your chance. There's photos of you on the walls, and things you used to have. There's a camera in almost every room, and then you see the front door. 16 locks on it. And the back door has 7 locks that all are high standard.

"Char." He says coldly as he walks towards you. "How did you get out of bed..." He glares.

You quickly rush downstairs.

"Holy fuck" Ian starts chuckling. "I'm gonna break your goddamn legs." He is walking towards you now. "You could've been a good boy and stayed in bed, but no. You had to be curious" he walks towards you and grabs you roughly. "I love.you, which is why I want you here." He says before grabbing your arm and knocking you out with a punch.

You wake up in the bed. Your legs are in so much pain. He literally broke your legs. You're wrists are strapped down, you're in boxers and his shirt and you have wires all over. An oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. He stands there staring, holding one of your hands.

"I warned you Charlie... Yet you never listen... Now just be a good boy and stay"