Author's note : Hello, everybody! As soon as I saw episode 15 of prodigal son, this fiction came to my mind. In that story the girl in the box is replaced by an OFC , Kate. Martin Whitly has never been in jail and it's happening in the present, that's why I kept the salt and pepper color of Michael Sheen's hair :p. Martin's children are grown up and therefore no longer live with him and Jessica. The first chapter is really short but it's just to set the scene.

This story is going to be a long one, I want to make a story about the psychology of the characters, there will be some smut but not right soon. I want to explore Martin's sadistic and manipulative side. I see him as a narcissistic man who likes to have power over others, to control them. I want to explore the Stockholm Syndrome too, so, this story is going to contain a lot of VIOLENCE. This story is not for the faint of heart. Martin is evil, sadistic, manipulative, etc… The OFC is a strong woman and Martin will try to break her. This story is dark and will remain dark. If you want to read a fanfiction full of romance, please read something else.

For those of you who are not afraid to enter in my messy world, I hope you'll like it.

Have fun!

The heat of the sun is crushing my face, oh my god it's at least 35°... All the people in the park look at me as if they've never seen a girl sitting on the ground with a swollen ankle... Fuck, it really hurts... My attempts to get up are so pathetic, I have no choice but to ask someone for help. I look around the park but every time I meet someone's eyes, they turn their head. You selfish bastards... There's not one of you that would fucking help me !

"Hello there. "

I turn to the voice that just surprised me. A very elegant man dressed in a long blue coat and red tie walks towards me with knitted brows.

"Is everything okay ? "

He stops in front of me and leans slightly forward, he must be in his fifties, salt and pepper curly hair and a beard with the same colour. He seems tall, taller than me I think, but it's not difficult I'm 5 feet tall... He has a thick body, he's quite imposing, but he looks sympathetic.

"I just twisted my ankle" I sigh, "I didn't pay attention while jogging and I stepped on a branch of wood and I lost my balance. "He makes a painful expression as he listens to my little accident.

"Ouch! " he said through gritted teeth. "Can I take a look?"

I look at him suspiciously and he understands that I am not very reassured.

"Oh sorry... I'm a doctor, I forgot to mention it. "He chuckles.

I just relax at this information and nod to him to come closer. He crouches down and I let go of my ankle and put my hands on each side of my body to give him space. He is very delicate, the contact of his fingers on my skin is agreeable, I can see that he is used to it and so I start to trust him completely.

"Does it hurts ? "He says by pressing on an area near my ankle.

" Oh yes, god it's so painful... " I grimace.

" Well, the good news is, we don't need to amputate. " he laughs. I'm smiling politely at his comment, but I'm still not very comfortable. Seeing my discomfort, he reassures me. "It's just a sprain, the ligament is a bit damaged but it's nothing serious. " he said in a kind tone.

I sigh with relief, he stands up and gives me a hand to help me get up.

"I don't live very far from here, if you want I can lend you a phone so you can call someone. Sorry I don't have a phone on me, but I have one at home. »

I look at his hand and then at his face, I don't know if it's a good idea, I don't know this man. But he looks so nice and gentle... Seeing my hesitation, he smiles at me.

"I'd be a really terrible doctor to leave you here on the floor, injured and vulnerable. Please, don't give my conscience a hard time. " he chuckles.

God, I really need to stop being paranoid... I grab his hand and he pulls me to my feet and we leave.

We arrive in front of a pretty luxurious house with a large iron gate and a beautiful garden. He closes the gate behind us and we walk up the driveway to the door. We enter the house and I am amazed by the beauty of this place. I look around the room with sparkling eyes, my mouth opened. He laughs at my expression as he takes off his long coat.

"All the compliments about the decoration go to my wife, I have very bad taste in furniture," he says amused.

Oh, he has a wife and judging by the pictures I see on the cupboard, he has children too. It's reassuring, I really came across a nice guy!

'Come… Uh… "He closes his eyes and I understand that he's trying to remember my name.

"I'm Kate. » I smile. "Kate! Come with me Kate, I'll show you where the phone is.

"Kate! Come on, Kate, I'll show you where the phone is. »

We walk to the living room and he gestures his hand to the phone.

"Go ahead, take your time, can I get you something to drink? »

"I'm ok, thanks. "I say embarrassed, I don't want to overstay my welcome.

I walk to the phone, thinking for a few seconds about who I could call when suddenly a hand holding a handkerchief crashes against my nose and mouth and an arm wraps around my chest, preventing me from moving. I start struggling like a madwoman and a strong smell comes up my nose. I try to scream but his hand is muffling my voice.

" .Tsk, easy, sweetie, easy. Be a good girl. "As my eyes fill with tears, my vision becomes fuzzy and I feel dizzy. I have no strength left to fight, everything goes black.