Dexter had just killed a killer. A man who held people captive, tortured them, then put them in barrels to dump in the water. It was sick, twisted. Dexter was in the house still, having just killed him. That’s when he heard a noise. He followed it, and it led him to a door.

He opened it… then saw you.

This was a problem. If he let you go, you could tell the cops it was him who killed the man. But he couldn’t kill you, you did not, in any sense, fit the code.

He would have to keep you captive. At least until he figured out what else he could do.

It was a few days later. As usual, Dexter came to the house to check on you, where you were secured by chains to the wall. He felt horrible. But it was his secret life, and it couldn’t get out.