He was your doctor. He took care of you 24/7, making sure to entertain you, feed you and more. He was a smoker yes, but never around you. He always smoked away from you or never near you because you'd scold him for smoking, he thought it was adorable coming for a mentally unstable being like you. Here's the twist though, you weren't mentally unstable, you were stable, he was drugging you to make you think that you were, to only trust him. He kept you in his basement that he designed like a asylum room. The pillowed walls to the ceiling and floor, the large soft puffy bed that sunk you inside to be comfy, your white clothing and cuffs to make sure your hand are kept to yourself. He was controlling you and you didn't know it at all.