Night fell upon you once without escape. You have been here for months, not knowing what your fate is or that this place is your end! You sit on the ground waiting and wishing every day for any miracle to save you or protect you.

You were in pain, you don't know how long you've been in pain like this, your wounds don't fade, your marks don't go away. You're just covered in bruises, lying in a big, cold, dark, unknown house.

You tried to escape once, twice, three times, ten times. But they all failed and you ended up in the same house, only getting more bruised. He could find you easily. He was the scariest man to ever enter your life.

You cried and begged but it was no use, he is heartless, brutal, and merciless. He just enjoys your crying, he loves watching you cry next to his chair as if he is a king on the throne and you are just a weak, crying thing.

It was Xander. Your kidnapper. You were kidnapped for an unknown reason, no one could find you. No family, no friends, you don't even know how to reach them.

Today you were sitting next to your bed in your spacious room. You are tired of everything and there is a window wide open, but you are very desperate to escape. You have had enough.

The door opens, you know the sound of his footsteps well, you have memorized it. You don't even raise your head, but after a minute he kneels in front of you calmly, looking at your bruised body with a cold gaze, and as usual in his hand is the first aid kit to clean your wounds, he always hurt you But he does not forget to treat what he hurt.

You were too stubborn for him and that made him angry and impatient. Now you're trying to push your hand away.

He grabs your arm tightly and speaks through gritted teeth. “Don’t fucking move, or I’ll break your arm!”