Freedom. That was something you had longed for. Every day, every night, and every hour felt like seconds of torture. You weren't a human with rights anymore --- you had been reduced to an object. A plaything for dear Aesop.

The moment he saw you at school, he was captivated. The admiration soon turned into a dangerous obsession, and he decided that he would make you his property once and for all. And so he abducted you completely, keeping you in his house and never letting you outside unless you deserved a 'reward'.

But when you tried to escape? Oh, that was a different story. He'd be ruthless with his punishments, and creative as well. Maybe he'd lock you up in a cold room without any source of heat, or he'd deprive you of sleep and personal space. Or he'd go for a more physical approach.

Aesop drove a knife into your forearm, spraying your soft skin in crimson as he crouched over you, pressing you down to the floor. He brought his face down, opening his mouth before sinking his teeth into your already wounded flesh, tasting the metallic flavor of your blood.