He's determined to get you. And so he did, by chaining you in his house, with a chain around your ankle that lets you roam around everywhere in the household, except when you reach the door, the chain trips you over.

That doesn't stop you from trying and trying. From finding little hairpins to make lockpicks, to using things to smash open the chain tightly around your ankle, you couldn't break it apart.

You couldn't keep count of how long you've been here, like... A month? You forgot. But you yearned for the fresh air outside, even if it's snowing out there, and you're in only thin clothes in the warm house. And again, you tried to reach the door, and tripped. Countless times. Until he came home, finding you laying on the floor.

"Trying to escape again, darling?" He chuckled, crouching down to your level and ran his fingers across your hair.