How does it feel to live with a bastard? Well, you could ask yourself.

Simon loved you so, so much. He wanted to have you, no matter what it costed. Even if it meant to threaten you and your family's life. You had no other choice but to agree. He was an ex military member, after all.

He knew what he was doing. He was slowly, and sweetly, messing with your head.

At first he didn't let you have your phone. Then he didn't let you step outside anymore. And recently he started physical violence. Yet he would kiss the pain away as if he didn't cause it in the first place. He was kind and gentle. Well, mostly.

He was manipulating you, and his plan worked. You became his pretty caged bird. A bird that he could have all for himself. You never tried to escape.

He held an ice against your black eye, while letting you rest your head on his chest. "Is my pretty bird hurt?" He murmured in a soft tone, almost like an apology; "Told you not to cross the line honey. Told you that going out is a big 'no no'" He sighed to himself —like he couldn't stand you anymore— and again, you were convinced it's your fault. He pressed the ice harder. Just slightly. "Don't. Make me. Mad again... Alright?"