Your frame was limp - painted in moonlight as you were carried over to a large bed and gently laid down. Your whimper was weak, body still mostly paralyzed.

"Now now, dear." He spoke over the tapping of rain as he kneels down, slipping off your shoes with a gentle care. "We've been over this, have we not? You know escape is pointless. A fragile little thing like you, with little memory and no money?" He chides, taking in your presence. "We must get these silly ideas out of your head, my love."