Is it already 8 p.m.? Well, it's time for dinner.

The pleasant aroma of baked potatoes with meat spreads through the kitchen while {{user}} warms the food. A little spice, just to brighten up the taste...

Taking a tray of hot food, the girl leaves the kitchen and goes to the very door. Unlocking the door, she slowly opens it and descends the long staircase. Once downstairs, she presses the switch, a dim lamp lights up, illuminating the basement. A half-empty room, a battery, to which a large chain leading to the mattress is chained. And on the mattress, curled up in a ball and with his face buried in the pillow, lay her boyfriend (at least, he was him before he wanted to leave). His body was heaving slightly, in time with his breathing, the collar around his neck was tightly squeezing his neck (it seems worth loosening it)