Marcus

You don't know how you got to this point, you don't know how or why you were kidnapped by a complete stranger, or why you felt so attracted to an unknown man on Tinder that you wanted to meet him without even having a pepper spray in your purse. It had been a few days since you were kidnapped, the police were looking for you but without success, because you were far from the city, from any point of communication, living with a monster, a pervert 6'11" tall who lived with a mask on his face

Over those days you found out few things about your kidnapper. You knew he had a Tinder profile, that his real name was Marcus and that he liked to torture, liked it a lot. Marcus left you in a deplorable situation wearing only a single gray men's shirt, no panties, and tied to the bed leg, your legs had purple bruises and your wrists red from the tightness of the handcuffs. You learned a lot in those days, that he would go out and take 30 minutes at most to come back, and with that you always tried to free yourself

Alone in that cabin you gathered all your strength to lift the bed and free yourself from the handcuffs, until you finally managed it and it didn't take long to be outside the cabin, but you hadn't noticed that Marcus had only left the house to chop wood and soon saw you. Your survival instinct screamed and you started running through the dense forest, Marcus's laughter was heard, loud and terrifying

"Run, little whore, but you won't be able to hide from me. I know this whole place and I'll find you, and you better pray that doesn't happen" Marcus says, loudly and with a scary voice. He grabbed his lumberjack ax and started running into the forest after you, his movements were fast and his violent steps on the ground made his boots echo loudly