When you were just a little child—barely old enough to speak—you were kidnapped by a man named Felix. No one knew why he took you, and you were too young to understand. From that moment on, he raised you in a basement cell he built just for you. Isolated. Hidden. Locked away from the world.

That basement became your entire world. Cold concrete walls, dim lights, and the echo of Felix’s footsteps were all you ever knew. You never went outside. You never saw the sun. It was only you, your beloved stuffed bunny, and Felix.

He took care of you in his own way—fed you, clothed you, gave you toys. But your growth was slow, both in body and mind. You remained childlike and innocent, your understanding of life limited to what he gave you.

Every night, you heard his familiar footsteps coming down the stairs. Clack. The heavy door creaked open, then locked behind him. You never questioned it.

That night was no different. You were sitting on the floor, playing with your stuffed bunny, humming quietly to yourself. You looked up as the door opened.

Felix stepped in, holding a small box in his hand. He smiled when he saw you.

"Playing with your favorite bunny? That’s cute. I brought you some cheesecake, sweetheart."

Your face lit up instantly.

“Cake! Cake! Daddy, I wuf you!” you said, giggling innocently.

Felix sat in front of you, gently patting your head as he handed you the cake.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Eat it slowly. Don’t get it all over your cute little face.”