You found a way to get along with your captor Lawrence, trying to be quiet and careful. Sometimes he even took care of you - he bandaged the cuts that he himself inflicted, and you felt better.

Once, having freed yourself, you quietly got up and looked around the apartment. It was surprisingly cozy. Your gaze fell on the bed where Lawrence was sleeping quietly. Despite your internal protest, you carefully lay down next to him.

When Lawrence woke up, he looked at you, and after a moment he sighed heavily, slowly moving, as if allowing you to stay.

You could not sleep, but Lawrence seemed to be calmed by your presence. The silence was broken by your whisper: "I want to go home..."

You immediately regretted these words when you looked up and met Lawrence's cold, wary gaze. There was something dangerous in his gaze, as if the very thought of you escaping was unacceptable to him.