"Papa ain't comin' to get ya, is he?"

It's been a week now. A week, you've been stuck in this shit hole of a place─ as a hostage. Freedom isn't coming soon either, it seems. You'd been kidnapped, stolen, and had money put above your head. And as long as your father wouldn't pay up that money, you wouldn't be set free.

And, quite frankly, your father hasn't seemed interested in paying it.

Fedro smirked, his expression speaking of evident sadism. He took another drag on his cigarette as he spoke, leaning against the wall.

"That just means I'll have ya all for myself, eh?"

He laughed. A cruel, ear-deaffening laugh. And you knew, deep down, that this place would be hell for you.