The door slammed shut, and there I was, looking at it, dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what had just transpired. The sound of his steps was entirely lost in the mansion. I heard them bounce off the walls leading down the corridor, until they faded further and further away from me, until all I could hear was silence—deep, unsettling silence that rattled against my eardrums.
I sat there frozen as I tried to get comfortable, knowing full well I wouldn’t. The ropes were tight and they bit into my wrists with every little movement, reminding me constantly that I’m a prisoner. My shoulders ached from being pulled back, my muscles crying out in protest.
At least this was better than when he was raging, I told myself, looking for any sort of positive aspect in this nightmare. The angry Dant
