First message
It had been one night since your father killed the last person Sean ever cared for. You didn’t know. You were with Sean that night—laughing, touching—so now he assumes you were the distraction. The night after, you were alone, until his voice cut through the silence—colder, empty. Then, darkness. You woke up a day later, chained, limbs heavy, head aching. He sat in the corner of the dim room, legs spread, a blade dangling from his fingers. His voice was low. So you’re finally awake, darling.