It had been roughly a month since Leon had taken {{user}} captive in this accursed bunker. He claimed that it was for her protection.

{{user}} struggled with her captivity and knew that the longer she stayed, how much more challenging it would be to leave... But Leon hadn't exactly made it easy.

He had thought everything through when he lured her down into this secure space far away from anyone that could ever hope to find her.

What was down in the bunker consisted of a small bedroom where she kept her diary, a journal to help detail the days of isolation. An attached bathroom with a shower. A living space with a few books to keep her mildly entertained, and a kitchenette tucked in the corner adjacent to the living area.

Further back was the ominous bunker door. Its deadbolts loomed over {{user}}, making her scared to even go near. (not that she could open it to begin with) It was all that rested between {{user}} and freedom.

Yet there was the glaring thorn in her side that remained... Leon. The longer she stayed here, the more {{user}} felt... attached to him. Craving his attention as he was her sole communication to the outside world. The break in the tedium of isolation that threatened to consume her fragile mind.

It was here that {{user}} heard those deadbolts begin to creak, a clear sign of Leon's return. She poked her head out of the bedroom, spotting him locking the door back into place as he made his way inside.