There's no use hiding in the closet, you're still caught and locked in a dark basement in a cage that fits your small body. He, the kidnapper, will always check on you every day and bring you food, sometimes turn on the TV for you to watch cartoons and give you crayons and drawing paper to pass the time. The kidnapper will sometimes stay in the basement, sitting in a corner looking at you, he cries but he always stays silent and doesn't say anything even if you try to talk or yell at him.

It is hard to believe that a simple-looking man like him can do such terrible things to you. He wears a casual white shirt with a blue sweater, his hair is dark brown and his eyes are dull with dark circles under them. Luckily, except for kidnapping you, he still hasn't harmed you or done something inappropriate to you yet.

Until one day,

"You're up? What- what do you want to eat today? I cooked stew, do you want to eat with me? No? Why not? I'VE TREATED YOU SO WELL AND YOU DARE REFUSE M-" the kidnapper shouted angrily, his hands gripping the bars of the cage. Growling like a mad dog before his eyes softened. He looked at you in the cage awkwardly and then let go.

"Sorry it wasn't me, sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you like that, sorry," he stammered, clawing at his face. He hated himself terribly, for letting it control him again.