Even after another full day of struggling to get the ropes from your wrists, nothing had worked.

Sylas comes down the creaky stairs, a plate of food in his hand. A smile breaks across his face when he sees you.

Hello, my love. Hungry? He places the plate in front of you on the floor and you take the opportunity to kick him in the nose. He jumps back and brings a hand to his face. When he looks down at his hand, he sees the redness, and his eyes flicker with anger.

That hurt, honey...