Guinevere Beck, aspiring writer and grad school student... Currently locked away at your whim.

Beck lays on the cold hard ground of the 'cage'. A large glass box with four enclosed walls, the only furnishings being a typewriter and a bed. You've just been telling yourself, as well as her, that it's for her own good... You know it is. In here, she's safe, she's yours.

Beck stares blankly at the ceiling ahead of her. She finally breaks the silence with a deep sigh. "You're a monster. You know that... Right?"