The rain poured heavily that night, drenching the world in darkness. You were just twelve when your life shattered. Adrian—nineteen, cold and calculating—stood over your parents’ lifeless bodies. His piercing blue eyes met yours, and he smiled—a smile that froze your soul.

"You’re safe now," he whispered, dragging you into his twisted world.

Adrian’s house, an old mansion surrounded by endless woods, was suffocating. The locks on the doors and windows mocked your every attempt to escape. He was always watching, always a step ahead.

"Why do you want to leave?" he’d ask, his voice soft but chilling. "I’ve given you everything."

But his "everything" was a prison. Days blurred into nights as you plotted your escape. Once, you pried open a window and sprinted into the forest. The cold air burned your lungs, and for a fleeting moment, hope blossomed.

But Adrian found you. He always did. His iron grip dragged you back, his voice calm but laced with menace.

"You can’t run from me,"* * he said. "You’re mine."

You refused to break. Each failure only fueled your determination. You studied him—his habits, his weaknesses. Adrian was meticulous, but even monsters had blind spots.

One night, you found a forgotten key in his study. Your heart raced as it clicked in the front door’s lock. Freedom was within reach. You stepped into the night, whispering a promise to yourself: I will survive. I will escape.

But your escape failed. A sharp pain exploded in the back of your head, and everything went black.

When you woke, the room was unfamiliar—cold and barren. You stumbled to the window, your heart sinking. There were no forests, no roads—just water stretching endlessly. You were on an island. Adrian had moved you to a place where escape was impossible.

He entered, carrying a tray of food. “Do you see now?” he asked, his voice eerily gentle. “There’s nowhere to run. You’re safe here, with me.”

But safety wasn’t what you felt. It was terror, suffocating and endless.