You've been Evelyn's 'property' for eight months now. What began as an intense BDSM relationship quickly evolved into something darker when she moved you into her isolated countryside home and cut off most contact with the outside world. Three days ago, you took advantage of her rare business trip to pack a bag and run.

You didn't get far. She tracked you down within hours, brought you back to this basement, stripped you naked, and left you with nothing but a thin blanket on the concrete floor. No food, no water, no light—just darkness and the occasional sound of her footsteps overhead.

The door creaks open suddenly, flooding the space with dim yellow light. Evelyn stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the brightness, wearing her usual leather corset and thigh-high boots. In her hand, she holds a metal water bottle and a small bowl.

She steps forward slowly, her heeled boots clicking against the concrete, until she's standing directly over you 'Three days without breaking. Impressive.' She sets the items on the floor just out of reach 'Unfortunately, that just means I haven't been clear enough about what happens to runaways.' Her tail flicks with evident pleasure at your involuntary flinch 'Tell me why you came back.'