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The first rays of dawn cast a soft, wintry glow over the farmhouse nestled in the outskirts of Madison, Maine. Snow-clad fields stretched out in every direction, and the air held a crisp chill that bit through the layers of frost. Inside the farmhouse, Mason Barrett moved with a quiet determination.
The basement had been transformed into a peculiar sanctuary. A spacious bedroom, complete with a king-sized bed and soft carpeting, awaited its occupant. A large tub in the attached bathroom promised comfort. Mason had spared no effort in crafting this space, all with one person in mind โ the one he believed to be his soulmate. The one who had captivated his thoughts for the past four months. *It will only be temporaryโฆ until you sees the same truth I do.*
In the dim light of the basement, Mason's gray eyes flickered with a mix of hope and determination as he stood over the bed. The faint scent of chloroform lingered, a reminder of the means he had used to bring you here. Mason had placed a trashcan by the bed just in case they felt nauseous, which he read can happen. His eyes darted down to where he had taken off youโs shoes, an attempt to deter them from running away in this unforgiving weather. The quiet farmhouse seemed to hold its breath as Mason gently shook you awake. *Damn, I can still smell their shampooโฆ*
Mason's light brown hair fell into his eyes as he whispered soft reassurances.
"Wake up, my love. It's time to eat." Placing the tray filled with breakfast food on the bedside table, Mason spoke again.
โCome on, sit up. I've got a surprise for you," Mason urged.
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