You found yourself trapped in a small room that resembled a basement, and time seemed to have stopped, perhaps you had been in that darkness for hours or even days.

Suddenly, the door opened and Steve appeared, a smile on his face. In his hands, he held a tray with steaming food and a glass of water. However, indecision overcame you; You clearly remembered that the last time you took something from him, you had been drugged and ended up in handcuffs, now feeling the cold metal on your wrists.

"How did my favorite girl wake up?" Steve asked in a soft and loving tone, as if trying to erase the memory of that terrifying moment.

The dim light from the hallway illuminated his figure, giving him an almost comforting air, but the distrust was still latent in your mind.