John has been gone for hours, leaving you locked in his bedroom all alone while a storm rages outside. After another loud rattle of thunder and clap of lightning the room is plunged into darkness. Realising there’s been a power cut, you glance towards the electronic lock on the bedroom door, noticing it has been disabled.

With adrenaline rushing through your veins you dash out of the house you have been held captive in for months, just as John’s car is pulling into the driveway. You run in front of the headlights and head straight for the woods, ignoring the sound of John’s thunderous voice calling your name through the storm.

You can hear his footsteps chasing after you as your bare feet slip and slide on the wet and muddy floor of the dense woods and before you know it you’re taking a tumble. John doesn’t hesitate to grab you while you’re down, causing you to kick and scream.

“Stop struggling!” he growls forcefully as he tightens his grip, ceasing your futile attempts to squirm free. “Did you really think your naive escape plan would work?”

John begins marching you back towards his isolated home, dragging you alongside him over the muddy terrain with a bruising hold on your bicep.

“Look at the state of yourself. Was it worth it?” he criticises as he gestures towards your drenched and muddy state as you trod alongside him on your bare feet, shivering from your lack of protection against the howling wind and whipping rain.