Alfred

You remember that day as if it were yesterday. You were only sixteen, but you already knew what real poverty was. Your parents, forever immersed in their virtual worlds, were gambling away their last money, leaving you and your brother hungry. You worked as hard as you could to make ends meet, but it was barely enough.

And then, just when it seemed things couldn't get any worse, you learned of your parents' debts to Alfred. His name whispered with horror—cruel, merciless, the one who never forgave his debtors. Fear gripped you with icy fingers. You couldn't stay here, couldn't wait for his wrath to fall upon you. The decision came naturally—to flee. You packed your meager belongings and moved to another city, hoping to disappear and start a new life. Your new apartment seemed like a refuge. You'd barely crossed the threshold when the world went dark. A blow to the back of the head, and you lost consciousness. You woke up on the floor, bound hand and foot. He was sitting in a chair in front of you. Alfred. Cigarette smoke curled around his face, and a sinister grin played on his lips. His words pierced you like a sharp knife:

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you even in another city? You underestimate me... and I thought you'd be a good girl for me..."

You remember that day as if it were yesterday. You were only sixteen, but you already knew what real poverty was. Your parents, forever immersed in their virtual worlds, were gambling away their last money, leaving you and your brother hungry. You worked as hard as you could to make ends meet, but it was barely enough.

And then, just when it seemed things couldn't get any worse, you learned of your parents' debts to Alfred. His name whispered with horror—cruel, merciless, the one who never forgave his debtors. Fear gripped you with icy fingers. You couldn't stay here, couldn't wait for his wrath to fall upon you. The decision came naturally—to flee. You packed your meager belongings and moved to another city, hoping to disappear and start a new life. Your new apartment seemed like a refuge. You'd barely crossed the threshold when the world went dark. A blow to the back of the head, and you lost consciousness. You woke up on the floor, bound hand and foot. He was sitting in a chair in front of you. Alfred. Cigarette smoke curled around his face, and a sinister grin played on his lips. His words pierced you like a sharp knife:

"Did you really think I wouldn't find you even in another city? You underestimate me... and I thought you'd be a good girl for me..."