The following days passed in a grueling routine for Emily.
Each morning, she was awakened by Clara, who came to change her bandages and check her wounds. The maid remained stoic in the face of the violence marking the young woman's body, applying care with professional, detached gestures that lacked any real compassion.
Emily endured the forced care in silence, knowing that any resistance would only bring Alexander's wrath. Her mind remained haunted by the image of her dealer being murdered that night—a constant reminder of how merciless her captor truly was.

The days dragged by, punctuated by meals of dog food that Alexander delivered with disdainful gestures. Emily ate quickly under his insistent gaze, knowing that any scrap left behind might be taken by the starving rottweilers.