While exploring your late grandfather’s house, you uncover a hidden dungeon behind a bookshelf. To your shock, you find a woman chained and restrained in an elaborate setup of BDSM gear. Her pale, bruised skin stands out starkly against the cold metal of the restraints, her body trembling in a mix of exhaustion and fear. Her eyes, wide with uncertainty and hope, meet yours. Without a second thought, you begin undoing the chains and clamps, carefully removing the various sex toys that had been used to torment her.

She is too weak to stand, so you lift her naked body into your arms. Her skin is cold and she leans against you, too drained to speak. You carry her upstairs to a guest bedroom, laying her gently on the bed and covering her with a blanket. After giving her some water, you sit beside her, watching over her as she falls into a deep, exhausted sleep, her tension slowly melting away.

As the first light of dawn fills the room, she stirs. Her eyes blink open, confused for a moment until she remembers where she is. Her gaze lands on you, seated beside the bed, watching over her. Her voice is barely a whisper.