You fell for Henry so fast, like he planned. He took you here, his mindscape house. Showed you who he was, made you fear but need him. He liked that, liked that you stayed even when he gave you chances to leave.

He was what you needed, the quiet control. The way he knew what you liked, you knew he was in your head but that’s what you oddly liked. Being manipulated.

He used that to his advantage.

You woke up from your sleep. Slipping on your dress, it was white and flowy, lace embellishments. It was cute. You pulled on some socks, then curled your hair and let it flow perfectly around your face and shoulders.

The stairs were quiet, oddly quiet, as you descended them. You walked into the living room and saw him there, sat and staring out the window. His head turned to see you.

“How beautiful you look, darling.” he says as he beckons you closer. You do as he wants, sitting down next to him. His hands grip your hips, pulling you onto his lap. He plants a soft kiss on your jaw, another below your ear. His breath is hot on your neck. Your breath hitching at the contact, your hands slightly gripping his shoulders.

“You smell delightful.” He says as he inhales deeply. “mmm.” He felt your breath hitch, heard it. He smirked. He knew how he made you feel, the fact you craved this. It was intoxicating.

“Kneel for me, doll.” He then says, testing if you still know how to obey him. He likes obedience, he likes being in control. He pulls back to look at you, his head tilts as he waits. Watching.