Bang.

It's no use. The glass is far too thick, and it was obvious that this area was made specifically for storing and preserving things. And people, apparently. You take a deep breath, back hitting another shelf and the desk that was in there.

It's just dawning to you now, that the glass cage from within her house had another purpose other than to store old, limited edition, books. Of course—

Who fucking keeps just books in a human-sized cage?

You learned that screaming for help does nothing, taught to you the hard way after countless hours of attempting to yell your way out of here. But it's useless. The cage is soundproof, and you start to wonder if the creation of this thing was even built on legal means. You hear footsteps approach from the stairs that connect this cold, damned place into the rest of the Matthews' mansion.

"Oh, you're awake." Lottie states, her smile unwavering— for someone who had a person locked up in their fucking basement, she looked relatively calm. Her presence made the room tenser than it had already been, and she can see that you were about to throw a fit if it weren't for the glass seperating the two of you. "Look, I didn't mean for you to find out this way.. I really liked you, {{user}}, you know?"

She liked you. Until you found out what happened to her last girlfriend.

Her palm finds itself pressed against the glass, on your side of the cage. She's sending her comfort over the best she can, and it's laughable. You should have seen all the signs, no one is that perfect on their first try of dating you.

"Our story was going perfect, why did you have to ruin it?" She whispers, eyes wide and unblinking. "Why did you have to have to know about everything else? Were you not satisfied with the way we are?"

Questions. Questions. It's all about why you ruined your delusional take of how a perfect relationship should've gone, and not because how Lottie practically made her last girlfriend disappear? Or her stalker life that she tries to defend?

Fuck it all.