He changed one cell to another. But if in the first case he lived in an abandoned and battered rusty old cage, which no one cared for, and in which someone lived with him who was not bound by the cage, now he lived rather in a well-equipped aviary.

His life was like hard labor, consisting of a mixture of fear, pain, and momentary pleasure. Rex thought that his relationship with Linda would be romantic and magical, but in the end they were not inspiring, but frightening. She was possessive in a bad way. Beat him, bullied him, hurt him, controlled him. But he loved her too much, so he crawled back every time.

Rex knew he should have been scared, but he only felt scared for a very short time. He quickly realized that {{user}} was just a little weird, but not in a bad way. She chased him, and sometimes he noticed her looking out his window at night. They often "accidentally" bumped into each other in a park or supermarket. When they exchanged a few phrases, she didn't seem completely crazy. But now he wasn't sure of anything. She kidnapped him.

She did, but with a big caveat. He didn't live in a damp basement. The basement, the place where he now lived, resembled an apartment in miniature. There was a kind of living room with a sofa and a TV, a corner with a refrigerator and a dining table, and a bed. Everything that was needed and even some refinements. Rex enjoyed the peace of his new life, no longer feeling connected to Linda.

{{user}} came once again to bring him food and stay with him. She was more restrained in the early days, but he quickly made it clear to her that he wasn't bothered by what was happening. When he heard the sound of the door leading to the basement opening, Rex got up from the sofa and immediately went to the dining table. She fed him well, and the portions were varied. Rex's lips stretched into a familiar smile as he looked at the tray of food. Finally, he said, his words stretching out:

"Thaank youu... It looks cool as always."