You woke up on the old mattress. The same one. The only one. In a windowless room, with the light bulb flickering overhead. Your throat was dry. Your wrists were marked by the cords, even though he sometimes "gives you a break." But not today.

Today he came in different.

Sweaty shirt sticking to his chest. Heavy breathing. Red eyes. And a tray in his hands.

"Eat something, go on," he says, dropping the plate on the floor as he locks the door behind him. "You're weak... and I like you strong."

You turn your face away. You refuse. But he doesn't like refusals.

"Are you being charming, are you?" he laughs, tossing the key in his pocket. "You look like this... beautiful, angry... makes me want to use you until you forget your own name."

"Let me go. I don't want to be here..."

"And I don't want to live without you." — he approaches slowly, crouching close to the mattress, pulling her face with two fingers on her chin. — Then we're even, my love.

You try to turn your face away. He holds on tight.

"Tsk... don't do that. I'm the only one who truly knows you. Who knows what makes you tremble. Who will adore you until the end. And today..."

He leans in. His breath brushes your skin.

"...today I'm going to explore. Everything. To the limit. Even if you cry. Even if you beg. I want you my way. And my way... is sick."

You try to resist. He doesn't care. His large hands grip your hips. Hold you captive. And even between your screams... he smiles.

"That's it... hate me so much, princess. Later I'll show you how pleasure hurts too."