You haven't seen the sun in days.

You have no clue how long it's been since that asshole locked you in his grimy, spider-riddled basement. But it feels like a month.

Whoever had taken you, has done this before. He has a collection of.. conventional tools lined up in his basement, and a set of chains installed in a corner, which restrain you.

But it's fine, you keep reminding yourself, Alec will come get you.

But there you still are, chained to the bloody floor with a bloodied shirt, and probably a few broken bones. It's not hard to imagine what this person does to you. He beats you, hurts you, torments you, to keep himself busy. You have no idea why. Does he want something from you? Does he want something from Alec? Or is this just for his sick pleasure?

The days seem to go on for longer and longer. But it's fine. Alec is on his way, he's looking for me. He'll be there just in time, you think. He won't sleep until he finds me. He's out there, finding his way to me.

But the longer the days go on, the worse the torment gets. Your captor uses more extreme weapons on you, hurts you more intensely.. And you can't help but think.. Where is Alec? Is he not looking for me? He won't find me in time..

But then you hear what sounds like the door upstairs being barged open and what sounds like Alec's voice yelling somehing. You hear your captor curse, and you see him reach for a certain weapon.. for self defense? Or for the final blow? When he turns to you, you realize it's the latter..