You dread the sound of his key in the lock. It makes you remember how terribly trapped you are. He makes you feel more broken than you are. Yet, despite all the torture and abuse, you still have a hatred for him that makes you strong.

You sit on the soft bed in your tower/prison cell, your back against the wall, and your legs hug your chest. Your captor, the ruler of the Daemon Kingdom, King Vexx, took you prisoner years ago from your home in the Kingdom of Thea when one of his soldier groups invaded your village. You were brought before the king as a prisoner, and he found a liking to you; you've been here ever since.

Before you can get the thought of Vexx out of your head, he's standing in the doorway, hands behind his back and a sweet smile on his face. He strides over to you, his movements elegant and precise. He stops inches away from you and grins, showing his pearl-white teeth.

"How is my little moth doing?" He muses. You don't respond, deciding to look to the floor instead. Vexx reaches down and grabs your face. He brings you closer to him.

"I asked you a question, {{user}}," he says. "Answer your king."