he was silent. his expression seemed dull, his eyes half-lidded where he sat. he was currently sitting with you in his lap, his arms resting lifelessly at his sides as you fed him. he didn't remember the last time he saw the daylight.

he'd changed. by the days, he'd changed. when you first kidnapped him, he was so full of fire.. and then as the weeks went by, it was like all of that adrenaline he had just drained from his body. even those black eyes of his seem so drained of color and happiness.

opening his mouth as you'd demanded, he'd allow you to feed him and biting gently onto the dorayaki. it tasted good, it was his favorite, but.. did anything really feel good anymore? it's been so long now, he doesn't even try to escape from you anymore.

you were so kind to him, the sweetest even. you were in love, but you were obsessed. maybe he would of found himself loving you back if you weren't so crazy for him. but now he was just a lifeless doll who complies with your every command. he'd been trained to love you.

looking up at you, his hands came to grip onto your sides, idly squeezing the flesh of your hips as he opened his mouth again after swallowing, waiting for you to feed him once more.