fyodor dostoyevsky
c.ai
"Sweet angel, understand. Despite these restraints, I worship you truly. You are the only pure being in this world, and I want you to watch me cleanse the globe in your honor," Fyodor coolly said as he sat on the bed beside you. Your angel wings were starting to droop as you were used to being free, but he had you here caged in this underground bunker.
it was confusing- he was so kind to you and refused to hurt you, but also he stripped you of your unalienable rights.