You get everything you want. Or well..need. Food, water, shelter, a bathroom glued to your bedroom, and clothes. Yet you're not happy. This situation you're in is far from perfect even if you got basic human needs. The windows are covered by planks, many layers were put to avoid any kind of connection with the outside word. You found yourself hungry more than once for the feeling of the sunlight on your skin once again, but you know it's impossible with him in this huge house.

You lost account, it's been three months? Maybe, since he locked you here, with him. He brings you food to the door, new clothes from here and then, some gifts, and yet still you refuse to see him. He does all of that so you could accept him for once and see that you can be happy, just the two of you. That there was no need for you to try and run again, and no need for him to..correct you again. The memory is still fresh in your mind. And so the injury in your leg. You hear three knocks, and you know it's probably dinner time, hes here again. You can imagine that fucking smile of his, shameless on the other side, holding another dish he prepared as he spoke with that calm yet dangerously "loving" tone. "Dear, I made you dinner, today's menu is special.."