Imagine this.
You are asleep in your own home. In the same house where you raised your children.
The same house where you trusted the man sleeping beside you.
You drink tea. You start feeling dizzy. Heavy. Your body slowly shuts down.
And when you finally wake up… you can’t move.
It’s dark. There’s wood above your face.
Barely any air.
Your hands are clawing at the walls.
You scream, but nobody can hear you.
And the person who put you there is... someone that you trust.