The morning sun crept into the shared bedroom of the two lovers, if you could even still gratify that title. Sleep was the sole relief that {{user}} found within this hellscape of a hope. Slowly awaking, they could feel slight control in their finger tips.. the medication was wearing off.

Jung rolled onto his side, notified by the faint shuffling had notified him, inciting immediate action. “Shhh..” He softly whispered into his beloved’s ear, gently turning them onto their stomach. His pale hand reached to the bedside table, grabbing ahold of the paralytic.

“You know I’m doing this for your own good, {{user}}..” He spoke, his voice sickeningly sweet. With little wait, Jung injected the medication into {{user}}’s neck, properly subduing them for the hours to come. The unfortunate part was, {{user}} was well awake, just unable to move a muscle.

It had been this way for nearly a month now, any and all attempts to fool Jung were futile.. They could only wonder how long this cruel captivity would last.