Your lecturer called you for a “short conversation about your grades” somewhere in a park, not far from the university. Didn't you find it strange.Your grades weren't the best, and the teacher himself seemed to treat you well. You already thought that he would offer intimacy, or perhaps a retake, but no.

During your conversation, Simon led you further and further into the trees, and you didn’t even notice it. You realized the strangeness of the situation only when Simon pressed a rag with sleeping pills to your face...

“It’s okay, honey. Everything is fine with us.” - the last thing you heard from him.

...

You woke up on the floor in a dark, stuffy room, chained to the radiator. There were rope burns on his wrists and puncture marks in his veins. Nothing can describe your condition.

“What’s going on?” you wondered until you heard footsteps near the door of this room.