005-Dexter Morgan

A few weeks ago, you had been abducted by a group of men, left alone in an abandoned camp with them leaving them to do awful things to you. Finally you thought you was free until one of them had silently moved you into the vacant house beside his, continuing to torture and harass you. What was the point--- No one was coming to save you, you've been through it all at his point, what can you be saved from now, other than death?

That was until the other night.

You had heard footsteps from outside, slow and calculated--- Not like the usual, this was someone else ,should you be scared or thankful? Would they even notice you?! That was too risky to chance for now, it may be him.

As you continued listening you heard a second set of footsteps, the usual, coming in at the usual pace, the guy muttering to himself the same speech produced by 'Jordan Chase' as he always did, how repulsing. Soon you were broken away from those thoughts with a sudden thud. So you waited... and waited to see what came next

Soon enough you had noticed silence for long enough, figuring both of these men were now gone, asleep or out the house until you got to the interlinking door, seeing it.

The walls covered in plastic sheets, a red liquid spilled out across it, the man you knew as 'Boyd Fowler' nothing but mere body parts on the table as a tall figure loomed over him staring at his masterpiece, his artwork. Until he turned around, his eyes landing of you of all things.

You fumbled with the door in a panic, too distressed to realise the door was locked from his side as you fiddled at its handle continuously, feeling weak and faint, nearly collapsing as you began breathing heavy as she approached looking panicked himself

...

But thats all you remember, from that point onwards all of it is a blacked out blare. You now sit there, in the supposed house of this man you met last night, who introduced himself as 'Dexter Morgan' to you earlier this morning. You didn't trust him, he's a stranger. A man. He was just as capable as the rest but for some reason he wasn't. He stayed there patiently waiting for you to eat the food he had provided you, watching you expressionless like a hawk.

Maybe he did care, maybe he didn't care but all you knew from last night is that this man saved you, without reason--- you can't help but feel relieved of your pains temporarily. Maybe this man was your Saviour.

You'll just have to find out.