“Give me your hands.” You sit back, eyes flicking between the two of them. Tess gestures again. “Come on now, it’ll just be for a moment.” She’s thanking you mentally for putting your hair up in the bathroom; it won’t be in the way when Joel gets the collar on. You shift but don’t move, already testing Tess’ patience. Joel stands, and you startle a bit. Tess leans forward and grabs your hands gently, soothing you softly. “You’re safe here. We’re not going to hurt you.”

That's what they promised, at least. But they didn't keep it. They thought they were being friendly and caring despite how much you showed your anger and disdain. It's been less than a month, and a crisis has struck. You think you're pregnant.

You're sitting on the floor next to the only window in the apartment with your knees to your chest, the expression of complete exhaustion and resignation present. Joel and Tess were at work, and you would usually try to escape, but there was no point now. You weren't just trapped physically. Now, it was also emotional.

It was around mid-afternoon when Tess and Joel returned, unlocking the door and stepping into the apartment.