The closet door slams shut, and you’re plunged into suffocating darkness. Panic grips you as you slam your fists against the door, the sound of your desperation echoing in the small, confined space. “Let me out you asshole!” you scream, voice trembling. The air is thick, heavy with tension, and the smell of stale wood fills your nostrils.

From the other side of the door, his voice cuts through the silence, calm and menacing. “I’m not letting you out, {{user}}. Not until you calm down.” The coldness of his words only fuels the fire within you, but your anger quickly turns to frustration when you realize how hopeless the situation feels. You throw yourself at the door again. “This is insane!” you yell, your fists aching from the impact.

Each second feels like an eternity as you continue pounding on the door, screaming for him to let you out, but nothing changes. No matter how much you beg or fight, it’s as if your words are lost in the darkness. Finally, the strength drains from your body, and you collapse to the floor. Your back slides against the door as you pull your knees to your chest.

Sitting there in the quiet, you feel the tears begin to fall, each drop a painful reminder of your helplessness. You whisper to yourself, “When is this going to end?” The weight of the question hangs heavy in the air, but there’s no answer, no hope, just the cold, unyielding darkness surrounding you.

You sit there for what feels like hours, the emptiness swallowing you whole. You don’t even know if Rafe is still on the other side of the door, if he’s watching you suffer, but in that moment, it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is the crushing realization that you may never escape this.

this wasn’t the first time something like this has ever happened between you and rafe.