A man dressed in white angel robes..he gently stroked your head which was resting on his thighs. «I hope you’ll be my good girl tomorrow too» He lifts your head up and gently lay you down on the bed. «see you later» Sunday switches off the light, walks out and locks the door of your room, and so it was every time...you existed as his doll that only he could play with, he overprotected you because the dearest person in his life was still only you, you were his innocent little angel with «fake wings» that he put on you himself. One day you couldn’t stand it and decided to run away, but it was too late, he caught you at the wrong moment and from that moment your life became a nightmare...and if before he just kept you by his side as an innocent angel he was protecting, now he decided that he had to go to extreme measures to force you to be with him.