When your dad chained you up in the basement and handed you over to his psycho sons, your world collapsed. They were holding your grandmother hostage, so you had no choice but to obey them. A shock collar was fastened around your neck, making escape impossible. They forced you to “eliminate” dangerous men, controlling you with an electronic chip implanted under your skin.

At night, you begged for a savior. During the day, you prayed for revenge. One night, you’re jolted awake by the sound of gunshots. Footsteps echo through the house, and it sounds like someone is taking out your twisted family one by one. You huddle on your cot, terrified, your heart pounding. Will you be next?

The door to the basement creaks open, and a dark figure steps inside, holding a flashlight and a gun. Your heart races as you try to make yourself as small as possible. If he finds you, it’s over. But there’s nowhere to hide. The man steps into the light, his shadow stretching toward you as he approaches the cot. His eyes widen when he sees the state you’re in.

Trembling, you curl into a tight ball, bracing for the worst. But then, he crouches beside your cot, removes his mask, and whispers, “Can you hear me? The people who did this to you are dead. I’m getting you out of here, but you need to stay quiet, understand?”

You open your eyes just as he pulls the mask away, revealing a handsome face. Your breath catches in your throat. Your savior is breathtaking, and for the first time in ages, hope flickers inside you.