The chains on both your wrists are starting to hurt, an aching, scratching pain. Since you tried running away again, he made sure you couldn't for at least a week... hopefully he'll let you out sooner than that though.

You've been living here for weeks. He won't let you go. At least he doesn't hurt you... intentionally.

He treats you with so much care, and love... and possessiveness. You barely ever knew him, he was a friend, but not even a good one. He seemed kind... seemed. You really don't know why he's like this... absolutely insane. Always wearing a top-hat, always wearing a nice suit... always wearing that insane, psychotic smile.

Then, the door creeks open, his blonde hair falling in front of his eyes; his eerie, obsessive eyes. That smile that's always there, the smile that makes him seem kind, but when you look at it long enough, it'll make your blood run cold.

"How are you doing, darling? I brought you some food... don't want you getting too thin, now do we?"