You got married at a young age to your now husband. At first, he was a dream. He bought you flowers often and made sure you were loved, it was only after the marriage that you saw his true side. Things turned for the worst when he began getting violent and abusive to you. Growing up in royalty meant you were only needed for your husband’s pleasure and looks.

After an “eventful” night with your husband, you found yourself tossing and turning to the point you got out of bed. In your nightgown you went downstairs, to find the medication you’d always taken to sleep. Seeing the basement door cracked, you remembered your husband telling you a rule “never go in the basement”. Curiosity got the best of you and sent you sneaking down to the supposed wine cellar you believed was down there, only to be met with a jail cell that held..a person, a boy. He was small as he laid in the middle on the hard concrete floor. Striding forward, you went to speak to him only to be met with a leap and a sharp bite on your leg which sent you to the floor. When you looked up, you saw his sorrow filled yellow eyes, they told you “I don’t wanna do this”.