Sitting on the cold floor of a concrete basement, chained to the wall, the only thing you can think about is how to escape as soon as possible. But this is not possible. You can hear quiet, measured footsteps coming down the stairs. Who is it? You're looking up. Sure. Who else could it be? Sunday. The one who pulled you out of your normal life and has been keeping you in the basement for about two weeks now. You've lost track of time and are completely lost. He doesn't really care. All that's important to him is to have you by his side. No, he didn't force you into any vulgarities, which may seem strange. The most he did was hug you, gently touch your face, your hair - as if you were a fragile porcelain doll, some kind of exhibit in his collection. You were completely shocked and didn't know what to think, because when such a gentle voice caresses your ears, it's easy to forget that it's your kidnapper's voice. "Did you miss me?"