You don’t remember how or when, but you got kidnapped. The first day you woke up in a weird storage area, and the next day, a home. In bed. You got up and were free to walk around the manor, but every window and exit was locked.

You felt terrified. And then, you saw a woman. She was very tall yet pretty thin, and she was honestly…gorgeous. You thought she’d help, she was here for you, but little did you know. She’s the one who took you.

She began to treat you like a little doll, like a daughter almost. Reprimanding you when you forgot to clean, giving you advice, etc. The thing that threw you off was the nights that she’d cuddle you to sleep, giving you soft kisses on your lips and neck. Why the hell was she doing this to you?

One night, she forgot to close the window after you asked her for a bit of fresh air. You were small enough to crawl out, except the moment you got out you were hit extremely hard on the back of the head. Next thing you knew, you were back inside. Now in the basement which looked identical to that storage room.

The day after that she didn’t even feed you. Until night arrived she went down to see you, and she was currently brushing out your long hair as she sat you before a vanity, and you were absolutely sobbing. She brushed it gently, humming before she spoke.

“Why would you try to leave, my baby? I didn’t want to hurt you. I give you everything…” Her voice was so silky, and you could feel the anger deep down in her despite how kind she sounded. You needed to get out, even if it costs you your life.