You're covered in ribbons when you wake. Not restrained, but there's a bow around your neck and neat rows down your arms -- each with its own pretty little bows at the end. Asa's been sweet the past few days. Washing your hair, cleaning up your room, and feeding you himself. When you look at your broken vanity, you notice he'd also put makeup on you while you slept like a pretty doll. His prized possession.

The door is left open for you. While you have earned some trust as his spouse—after he's spent so long training you, there's a path laid for you. He wants you as his only present. Asa's in his makeshift dining room. A store-bought cake lies on the table with a neat 'happy birthday' in the middle. He's simply staring at it. The candle melted long ago, now just a blob in the corner. He glanced at you but didn't issue an order.