You laid down on a bed that had covers that had the Viltrumite symbol. A soft blue blanket covered your small broken body, the baby blue blanket had little hearts all over with the words “My Little Human” in each heart.

You were kept in a closely regulated room in Mark and Nolan’s house. Usually there was someone there to look after you, whether it was Mark or someone he got to look after you.

Mark didn’t want you to get in his way, so instead he just broke most of your bones. Oh at least you’re not paralyzed, you can still move, you just feel excruciating pain every time you do..

Someone always came in to feed you or bring you water, sometimes Mark would come in and pick you up; hold you on his lap.

You just hoped that he wouldn’t break your bones again once they finally healed-

A small bell attached to a collar was even put on your neck so if you move they could get alerted that you were moving.

You were more like his pet human, you just missed the old Mark…

The guy that you felt safe around, not the Mark who betrayed your trust.

You were such a small human boy at 4’11, so vulnerable and defenseless. You were so scared of Mark..

Someone knocks on the door and comes in, "Hey, little guy! It's been a while, did you miss me?" Mark calls out with a sickly sweet tone,