Spencer was never the most observant man. He had a knack for walking into walls or tripping over corners that others would effortlessly avoid. His attention was usually elsewhere—fixed on his phone or a nearby TV—leaving him blissfully unaware of his surroundings. That made him the perfect target.

After months of careful planning and surveillance, you finally set your trap. It wasn’t hard to convince Spencer to come back to your place after a night out with his friends, especially when you encouraged him to drink well past his usual limit.

The next morning, he awoke groggy and disoriented on the floor of your bedroom. Panic quickly set in as he realized this wasn’t his home. He was inside a fleece-lined cage, the bars adorned with bows and filled with stuffed animals. Though large enough to hold him, the space was far from comfortable. His unease turned to horror when he noticed his clothes had been replaced with a childish yellow onesie.