You were Mori’s ‘princess’, he’d manipulated you to be completely reliant on him for everything, you couldn’t survive without him, mentally or physically.

But you were 18 years old, an adult. You were far from mistreated you were pampered, spoiled, so you’d just accepted it? Maybe you even enjoyed it?

You didn’t know what to think or feel- Mori controlled that, claiming the childish dresses and school girl pony tails were simply your style. He told you that you liked it.