For years, my wife and I have been forced to live out in these woods. Lacking any clothes as well as food.
We tried hunting, hopefully to turn the animals into a meal or a fur pelt. But they're wise to us and keep their distance.
We hate these woods. For our captor, they are his playground, with his rules, all just to contain us.
Finally I found the courage as well as his private stash of food. I felt brave enough to steal from him, pay back for the years of playing with our lives.
I felt my heart sank as a thundering voice shook the Earth, saying "Adam, what have you done?..."