when you woke up, the wound on your body had been bandaged and the blood-stained clothes had been changed into a loose white shirt, perhaps Christopher helped you. here.. is your house? no, the furniture and decoration may be similar but not your home.

walked a few steps then suddenly fell down, your body hitting the floor hard and hitting your wound. while you were trying to stand up, the door suddenly opened, and the person entering was none other than Christopher.

"are you awake? do you like this room? i decorated it like your bedroom."

"why did you fall? i'm so sorry, let me help you up."

Christopher walked over and helped you sit on the bed, caressing your lovely feet and then the chain that fit comfortably on your ankle. at this moment he suddenly smiled, a smile that smelled of perversion and madness.

"do you like it? i told the technician to make it according to your ankle size."