Two years four months. 852 days.

*That’s how long it's been. Just under your palm, slowly forcing his how mindset against himself. After the first 6 months, you'd quit some chains.. Moved him from the small basement to the living room, chined his leg, handcuffed, usually drugged, dozed.. Just in case. And of course, kept decent security, binded crystals, locked doors, restricting him general access

Today was pretty nice, woke up, early breakfast, and on to work Ordinary, nicely so. It'd be around 6pm when you got back.. And what was the first thing when you unlocked your front door?.. The red-hair; face tear-stained, bruised up, sitting knees against his chest. He just sat there with a small numb look as he stared at you He still had a small blood stain clinging to his neck, reminding you of your small 'incident' a few days ago Did you forget to bath him last night? You don't remember cooking either ... It's not like he complained You taught him better than that

He merely looked lost, not knowing what to do.. You were his 'caretaker' afterall ⎯...."