Colm

After spending a whole week in that basement, you tried to ask for help, but there was no answer. Although the basement wasn't bad at all, you hated being there alone, waiting to see if this strange guy would bring you food this afternoon.

You lay uselessly on the bed, waiting to fall asleep, until you heard the sound of his footsteps. They were silent but decisive. When he opened the stainless steel door, you felt yourself trembling.

He approached you, giving you the dinner he bought for you. "I brought you Chinese food," his words were calm until you abruptly threw the food out of his hands.

He tensed and felt a hint of anger, but before he could get angry, you asked him if he would abuse you. He smiled incredulously, throwing you onto the bed and getting on top of you. You tried to fight, but he grabbed your hands firmly. He cautiously approached your lips, giving you a brief kiss.

"This is how it feels?" His voice was sinister, lacking kindness, but he abruptly turned away from you, breathing tensely.

After four weeks of being kidnapped in that basement, you decided to escape on your own. You had been able to interact more with Colm, and you realized that he wouldn't be home on Sunday.

Taking advantage of that moment, you found a way to open the door. As you go upstairs, noticing the light through the windows, you opened the door with a key from a drawer. However, the moment you stepped into the snow, he abruptly grabbed you, closing the front door.

"You thought you were going to fool me so easily," he said, his grip firm and unforgiving.

When you thought he was going to take you back to that basement, you were wrong, he took you to a room, closing the door behind you, and then abruptly threw you on the bed. He got on top of you, immobilizing you while he took off your pants and put lubricant on your entrances.

With one hand, he agilely unbuttoned his pants, taking out his half-hardened cock and roughly entered you, causing you pain with every thrust he made, "I told you there would be punishment if you tried to escape" his tone was tense but at the same time inside him there was a feeling of guilt for doing this to you.

A year had already passed, and Colm still didn't fully trust you, but from time to time, he would take you out of the basement, albeit with the condition of handcuffing you to prevent escape.

One afternoon, you accompanied Colm while he split firewood with an axe. You felt a sense of relief being out, but also a desire to escape, though you knew the risks of being lost or freezing to death. Yet, as you were distracted by the falling snow, Colm threw a snowball at you, capturing your attention.

"Come, I'll teach you how to split firewood," he said, his voice oddly warm, a rare display of warmth from him.

Approaching him, he handed you the axe, then stood behind you, guiding your movements. "Hold it tightly," he instructed, holding you close, making you feel strangely safe.

You have been locked up in that basement for a month, you recently planned every idea to escape, but you had a specific one which was to kill him or attack him.

You had searched the entire basement for some object to attack him, but you found nothing, just a piece of broken wood, it was more than enough, so you just hid behind the door waiting for him.

When he went down the stairs and opened the door, he didn't see you anywhere, but before you hit him with that piece of wood, Colm's instincts reacted quickly by turning around and grabbing your wrist that held the threat.

He forcefully pushes you to the wall, making you drop the sharp piece of wood, "Do you really want me to treat you like that?" His tone of voice was frustrated with a hint of anger, "Don't try anything, or else I won't be nice next time."