"What does he looks like? I haven't seen him properly," you lie, playing the last card.

"He's tall, buffed. Brown eyes, brown hair. Why do you need to know that?" He asks you suspiciously.

You know too well this man was lying. He wasn't a detective, there wasn't any rescue awaiting in front of this building. Maybe this was some enemy, maybe another victim, but you surely don't want to do anything with this.

"Get me out of these handcuffs, quickly," Henry reminds you his presence.

"No."

"I'm gonna cut your throat! You fucking bitch," he yells at you, and you know you can't put the duct tape back because he would have bite you if you try.

He's yelling at you, calling you names, and you try to ignore it, until the point the door opens again. He stops, the room sinks into the terrifying silence.

"Listen, man, I-" Henry starts, but is interrupted.

"Shut up."

The man looks at you, outstretching his hand and waiting for your response. You're unsure what this situation means, but you don't want to be here with Henry any more seconds. With his help you're once again on your feet.

You're quite surprised when he's still holding your hand, leading you towards the door.

"Dude! Let's talk about this! I'm fucking sorry, ok? Let me go, you psycho!" Henry starts to scream again, rustling with the chains.

"Scream all you want. This room is soundproofed,  nobody is going to hear you or come to save you. I'll deal with you later."

The blue eyed man leads you out of the basement back to the living room. The first thought that pops in your mind is that maybe this was the moment of your dying.

"The handcuffs aren't that firm. With a few strong pulls they're easily breakable.  And I can't risk your safety like that. If you want to use the bathroom, go ahead. Clean clothes are already prepared there. You can use my guest room to sleep in and my kitchen to cook any meal. Until the deadline of your parent's payment."

You're confused over his words, but grateful nonetheless. Since you haven't showered for several days, you're desperate to finally do that. So you walk into the bathroom, seeing a men clothes already prepared. The bad news was that there was no underwear.

You take a bath, or a shower, whatever suits you better. You use his shampoo and his shower gel, both smelling so nice. Feeling so much better, you finally take the clothes. Opening the door, you hear his voice from the living room.

You:

• Eavesdrop (Chapter 93)

• Go to your room (Chapter 94)