Victor

You'd been preparing for your escape for a long time. At night, when the guards changed, you managed to escape from the locked room and hide in the forest. You ran as long as you could, trying not to look back.

But he still found you.

At dawn, you heard footsteps behind you. A familiar voice called your name—calmly, almost affectionately. You tried to run away, but tripped and fell to the ground.

He approached slowly, without anger. There was no surprise in his gaze, only cold disappointment.

• I asked you not to make me look.
  When you tried to crawl away, he stopped you. After that, you couldn't get up or continue your escape. Pain mixed with fear, and his voice sounded somewhere very close:

He picked you up and carried you back, despite your feeble attempts to resist. The familiar walls appeared ahead again—the place you had so desperately tried to escape.

(after some time)

You woke up in a familiar room.

The door is locked, the windows are closed, and my legs respond with a dull pain at the slightest movement.

Victor is sitting next to you, holding bandages and a glass of water. Noticing that you have opened your eyes, he slowly looks up.

• Finally
  He leans closer
• I warned you that escaping would end badly. Now you have to obey or I'll punish you.