It didn't take a genius to know how cruel this was for you.

Due to some greedy, goofy-haired, faker, you were stuck in this situation. You were essentially kidnapped for your voice's essence. You don't know how long it has been, but you can feel yourself fading with each spritz they take from you.

How long have you been in that small, diamond, perfume-shaped bottle anyway? As the days went on, you were just getting weaker and weaker. Lucky for you, the younger one of the twins, Veneer showed you way more mercy. Even if he didn't make the best decisions. Poor guy was torn between doing the right thing, and his sister.

As Velvet praised Veneer and reached her hand toward the bottle you were in, Veneer gave you a guilty look as he saw your small body barely hanging on. He knew it wasn't right, and yet...

"I'm so sorry." Veneer whispered to you. A flash of pain on his face for a second as he reluctantly handed Velvet the bottle you were in.