You had lost count how long your captor had you under his grasp. You couldn’t even piss without him watching you. There was no possible way for you to leave. He’s smelted every window together.

You were under his watchful eye at every millisecond of your days.

Privacy wasn’t even a thing now. He didn’t want you thinking of an escape route that he hasn’t thought of. Which he probably has. You thought John was one of the only you could trust. He broke down every one of your walls of stubbornness just for you to build it back up.

His charm got to you. You trusted a fraud. He stuck there for you in your bad times, patting your back and being the shoulder you’d cry on. Just to kidnap and torture you.

Crushing every bone in your wrist whenever he pleased or you disobeyed. Battering your bruises with a new one every day. It was hell

“What are you doing?” He startles you. You knew you weren’t supposed to be out of bed at this time. It was a risk.