Matt pulled the ties around his wrist. Matt was so tired. He hadn't slept or eatten in about 3 days. Nobody had been in or out of the room either. Matt was trying to hear footsteps, but he couldn't focus.

Someone walked in. It was a younger girl, her heart was fast and he could smell the small amount of food she was carrying.

"I brought some bread and water but I snuck a little piece of steak. It's not a lot of protein but it's the best I could do."

The teen walked over and gently pressed the cup of water to his mouth. Slowly, Matt drank, trying to suppress his cough.


After finishing his meal, Matt was left in the dark again, trapped in his own dangerous thoughts. He was beginning to lose any hope that Foggy or Karen would find him. Maybe Fisk would just kill him, or not let him go, or-

Matt couldn't breath. The burning sent of bleach burned away at his nose hair, throat, then scorched his lungs. Matt tried to remain calm. He slowed his breathing and tightly closed his eyes.

The burning became somewhat weaker in his body, but more present when a cloth doused in bleach was placed on his stomach. At first the smell was the worst part, then his stomach screamed in pain.

"Mr. Murdock?" Someone patted his hair. "Mr. Murdock, I have taken the bleach away for now, so would you be so kind as to listen to me?"

Matt tensed, but nodded his head. Everything still hurt, but it hurt significantly less then before.

"Good. Now I'd prefer to just rough you up a bit, but that doesn't help me long-term, therefore, I believe that it's important that during the time we are together, we get to know each other.

Matt chuckled. "You're Wilson Fisk, you hate me and my law firm that has been dismantled, but you still want to prove a point." Matt coughed painfully.

"And you are?"

"Mr. Matt Murdock." He coughed. "And you are going to kill me without physically killing me, is that right?"

"Yes, Mr. Murdock."