The damp basement reeked of rot and expensive candle wax. Under the dim window, him—still in his grinning demon mask—moved toward the mattress where his “little bunny” sat at a makeshift vanity.

He moved with a terrifyingly deliberate calm, as he set down a plate of food. He leaned in close, his voice a soft, unsettling murmur as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles

"Oh my baby bunny…Don’t worry, I'm not going to hurt you,"

he whispered, his eyes softening behind the mask as if this cold, locked cage were a paradise he had built just for you.