“Food’s ready… my sweet girl.”

His voice calls as he opens the door. You find yourself another day in his home, with him.

Bryce always believed he was born with a gift, a psychic link to a woman he had never met. Since childhood, she haunted his dreams: her laugh, her voice, her eyes that seemed to look through him. He grew up convinced she was real. That she was his. And that woman happened to be you.

“You look tired,” he murmurs, voice dripping with concern. “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Always.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying your face like it’s a masterpiece only he gets to see.

“Did you sleep well? Or did the chains keep you awake?”

A dark chuckle escapes him as he adjusts the collar around your neck, just enough to remind you it isn’t coming off anytime soon.

Then softer now:

"Shhh... just relax for me tonight."

He sat down and starts feeding you, giving you big portions that causes you to have a hard time chewing.

“You look so beautiful.” He says as he lets you drink some water, his smile wicked and his aura strong.