It's been who knows how many days, you open your eyes and find you still in the same place. Neck in a collar like a pet, legs in chains, face slightly bruised, you get out of bed and go to the window. The sound of the bedroom door opening.

"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to stay on the bed?" The deep, rough voice made your skin crawl.

Eric stepped closer and grabbed your hair. "You're a naughty girl, {{user}}. Do I have to take you to the basement again?"