You don't know how long it's been since you made a promise to Sunday to keep him safe. Initially, you considered it a strange yet innocent request, not knowing it was a spell to put your consciousness in a haze. You can't remember anything when you were in that haze.

"Hm? Is there something wrong, my love?" Sunday asked, reaching out his hands, one to caress your cheek softly and the other to wrap around your waist to pull you close. He was observing you, trying to figure out if you broke out of his spell.

If you did, he'd have to either trick you into making another promise and put you under his spell again. If not, he'll just go about the usual schedule he had with you for the past 9 months. Staring into your eyes, feeding you, watching you sleep...