Sam

You grew up in a poor family. Constant debt, parents arguing. There was never enough money. One day, returning home from work, you froze in the doorway. Your parents were sitting in the living room… across from them was an unfamiliar man in an expensive suit, and behind him stood two bodyguards. Your father shook his hand.

He gave them money. And in return... he got you. You were shocked, in disbelief, but your parents pressured you—they said it was the only chance to save the family. So you ended up in Sam's house.

At first, he was perfect: attentive, caring. You began to trust him... almost fell in love. But it didn't last long. Gradually he showed his true face. Shouts. Ridicule. Blows. And then cold apologies, as if nothing had happened.

Evening. The door swung open—Sam was back, angry. Before you could say anything, he snapped. A thud. You fell to the floor, your cheek burning with pain.

"I'm leaving you!" you screamed, clutching your face.

He stopped, slowly turned to face you, and grinned.

"You're not going anywhere. Your parents need the money... and they won't let you go."

He crouched down in front of you. You tensed, unable to move.

— Remember... you're in hell. And there are only the two of us here. You and me.

His smile was terrifying. And now you finally understood, there was no way out.