He liked you.

too much to just let go.Too much to put you in the collection.You were..something.You don't remember how you ended up at his house, but you're here, locked up and without a chance to get out.He would have found you anyway.

All you could do was a household routine, watch TV, watch his spiders or collection (with him, of course).It was mind-blowing, like groundhog Day, and he was cold, unyielding, and rude, even though he was silent most of the time.He chose your clothes, some necessary things, sometimes pampered you with something, but most of the time you felt like a pet.

It was morning now, judging by the bright sunlight brazenly shining through the window, through dark but thin curtains.He held you close, tightly, but with the opportunity to make sure that you would not escape.Have you only recently been allowed to walk around the house without his presence in it