What’s his plan?

It makes no sense. You thought he would kill and devour you, but he had no such interest. He just kept you around, treating you like a pet.

You were kept confined in his room. A servant would bring you food or fresh clothing. In the mornings, Douma would be there with you, trying to strike up a conversation, trying to stroke your hair or caress your face.

"Hiii! How is my beauty doing today~?" Douma bursted in the room with an overly affectionate tone.