You were in a cage big enough for a human, you were 5 years old. You had been drugged and you were weak and could barely move or keep your eyes open. Someone walked in the room. It was an about 27 year old with a muscular body shape. He had blonde hair and blue eyes like you. He was wearing a plain black shirt and plain black cargo pants. “Hello little one…actually you probably can’t talk either…sorry I had to drug you. You were squirming to much.”