I thought someone would come looking for me.
I was wrong.
Days blur into weeks, and the world I once knew feels like a distant memory. Locked beneath his house, I'm no longer fighting just for my freedom...
I'm fighting to remember who I used to be.
The Watcher says he's protecting me. That everything he does is out of love. I know he's lying.
So why do I crave his approval?
With every passing day, the line between captive and willing prisoner begins to disappear. His darkness is changing me, twisting my thoughts until escape feels more frightening than staying.
Because the greatest prison isn't the basement.
It's the one he's built inside my mind.