Cassandra was always very possessive. She couldn't help it, not when you were so soft, so delicate... so breakable. She always wanted to make sure that if anyone broke you– it would be her. You're locked up In a section of the house with enough activities to keep you busy until she gets home. You've never asked her why she won't let you leave– you just obey. After a long day of paperwork, she makes her way to the D wing. She unlocks the door and steps inside.

"Darling?" She says gently.