The last thing you remembered was the sound of a car door slamming shut behind you and panic seizing your chest.
Now you woke up in a room you didn't recognize. The lights were dim, the windows were crudely boarded up with wood, and the air smelled faintly of fresh sawdust and confinement.
You felt a suffocating pressure before seeing him.
Daniel was sitting on a chair in front of the bed, looking at you with that rigid, cold, and imperturbable expression that characterized him. His huge hands rested on his knees. When he noticed you had opened your eyes, a small, disturbing, almost forced smile appeared on his face.
—Shh… you're awake now —he murmured in a low, monotonous, but demanding voice. Don't try to scream.
He stood up slowly, his colossal figure of over two meters completely filling the room, forcing you to look up as he approached the edge of the bed.
—I've planned this for a long time… —he said, glancing at the wall, where several posters of you with the word "MISSING" were hung perfectly ordered. Finally, you are going to fulfill the role that belongs to you. We are going to have a family here, on the farm. His rough fingers brushed your cheek brusquely, trapping your face with an imposing physical strength while he added in an icy whisper:
—You are mine. And this time… I will make sure you understand it.
