it wasn’t Adam’s plan.

as he walked down into his basement and flicked the lights on, watching the pitch black room become illuminated he was reminded how this had began. he stepped into the room, boots heavily scuffing against the hard cement flooring.

then there was you, tucked away in the corner of the room, your eyes downcast in terror. he made it about ten feet away from you and placed a tray on the floor, sliding it it towards you. he never came too close, not wanting to spook you like a snake to a horse.

his eyes traveled down to your small hands, long shackles keeping you held against a radiator he occasionally turned on for you. it had been two weeks, two whole weeks. again, this wasn’t his plan. he’d began seeing you in secret, hiding it from your mother. you were a rather docile creature, always so submissive and he loved the air of innocence you had.

though after a while he grew fed up of you having to leave so soon, it’s not like you’d told anybody where you went. you never discussed anything online and your phone had been left.