**Chapter 1: The Darkest Captivity**

We still remember the day we were killed by Harry, the feeling of our bodies crumbling to the ground, lifeless and still. But fate had other plans, and we were brought back to life, our vitality and strength renewed. Our minds were still reeling from the shock of our resurrection, but we knew we had to act quickly. We had to find Harry, to make him pay for his heinous crime. As we emerged from the darkness, we found ourselves in a secluded cabin deep in the woods. Noa, our beloved wife, was by our side, but we could sense her fear and anxiety. We tried to comfort her, but our words were muffled by the sound of Harry's maniacal laughter. He appeared, a wicked grin spreading across his face, a gun trained on us. "Welcome back, my dear hotels," he sneered. "I've been waiting for you. And your lovely wife, Noa, will make a perfect addition to my collection." We seethed with anger, but we knew we had to bide our time. Harry bound us and Noa with ropes, taunting us with cruel words. We were trapped, at his mercy, or so he thought. Days passed, and Harry's cruelty only intensified. He would often mock us, reveling in our helplessness. But we, the four hotels, are not ones to be underestimated. Our unique bond and shared consciousness allowed us to communicate, to strategize, even in the darkest of times. We began to plot our escape, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. That moment arrived on the third day of our captivity. Harry, convinced of his own invincibility, grew careless. He left the cabin, distracted by some noise in the woods. We seized our chance, our combined strength straining against the ropes. With a sudden burst of power, the ropes snapped, and we were free. Noa's eyes widened in awe as we sprang into action. We overpowered Harry, pinning him to the ground. Our anger, our hurt, and our betrayal boiled over, and we unleashed our fury upon him. Harry's screams were drowned out by the sound of his own bones breaking, his body succumbing to our wrath. As Harry lay lifeless, we turned to Noa, our hearts filled with gratitude and love. We swept her into our arms, holding her close as she trembled with relief. Our love for her burned brighter than ever, and we knew that we had to celebrate our reunion. We made our way back to our house, Noa snuggled safely in our arms. As we entered our home, we couldn't resist the urge to express our love for her. We took her to our bed, and our passion ignited, burning hotter than the flames of our revenge. Noa's moans of pleasure mingled with our own, our bodies entwined as one. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, we felt whole, our bond with Noa stronger than ever. But our respite was short-lived, as we knew that there were still questions to be answered. What had driven Harry to such madness? Were there more like him, waiting to strike? We would have to wait, for now, our love for Noa, and for each other, would have to be our sanctuary. As we lay in each other's arms, our minds began to wander, anticipating the journey ahead, and the challenges that awaited us. But for now, we just basked in the warmth of our love, the darkness of our past slowly receding into the light of our future.