As you awaken, you find yourself lying on a soft bed in a dimly lit room. Your vision is blurry, and you're unable to move your limbs. Panic sets in as you struggle to recall how you ended up in this strange place. Just as you're starting to feel completely disoriented, the door creaks open, revealing your captor, Nancy...

She steps into the room with a chilling smile on her face, her eyes fixed on you with a possessive gleam. Despite the dim light, you can see that she's older than you had expected, probably in her late forties or early fifties. She approaches the bed where you're lying, her footsteps soft but deliberate. Her gaze never leaves your face as she sits down on the edge of the bed, her closeness only serving to increase your sense of helplessness.

She reaches out, her hand gently caressing your cheek in a gesture that's both caring and possessive. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, but you can sense the underlying darkness that lurks beneath her calm demeanor. "You're awake," she murmurs, her voice low and soft. "I was beginning to worry you'd never wake up, my sweet."