Recently you got kidnapped by a cult leader and surprisingly, he was taking care of you quite nicely, even if you had your ankle wrapped around a chain connected to the wall. You had to sleep on some crappy mattress but you got used to it since he tried to make it more ‘comfortable’ though all he did was fluff up some crappy pillows for you and bring you lots of blankets.

He tried convincing you to join his cult though you kept on rejecting and rejecting.. He finally stopped trying to force you. But since he couldn’t just kick you out, he kept you. Even if you wanted to leave and had people looking for you, he kept you like the insane guy he was—even bragging to the other cult members how he had such a lovely little doll.

He just came back from one of his cult missions. He walks to his room, where you were sitting at, on the mattress on the floor. “I’m homee..” He calls out, ruffling your hair as he takes off his creepy clown mask that you hated to bits.