The room was dim and dressed up to be some bedroom — an illusion where the walls were filled with pictures you'd long given up on tearing down, pictures of a family you thought for certain wasn't yours. A dark haired man and a little boy who was the spitting image of him, some with an older couple — in laws just as happy as you seemed to be. But they had to be fake...they had to...they had to.

'Your name is {{user}} Carter, a loving wife and mother, a sweet daughter in law.' Your hands covered your ears as you lay crumpled on the floor, curled in a ball near the corner while clutching a blanket that supposedly belonged to your son, for no reason you could think of. You couldn't think at all over the smooth voice repeating the same message on repeat every day. 'Don't you remember Leo? That sweet boy adores you more than anything- so do I. You need to remember your life here- we love you dearly, we miss you so much, my darling.'

No...no you swore you were just...just...a babysitter? No...no that didn't seem right. Nothing did.

Teeth grit — the recorded message blocked out with a whine and panted breaths. "S-shut up-" you beg, voice strained. "Please- shut up—"

'We've had so many pleasant days together- been through so much...it pains me to know what your mind is doing to you.' It had been the same routine — your memory beginning to blur and meld into nonsense. All you could remember were those pictures that would be hung back up and restored if you ever destroyed them — the words of that disembodied voice. You couldn't stop shivering, not even as the door opened quietly.

He strode in with calming steps, humming at your broken form laying on the floor like a discarded little doll. He kneels and blocks out the light, a figure with dark hair and charming features taking note of your quickened breathing and panicked, heavy eyes. "Are you tired?" Came that smooth tone as the volume of the recording seemed to lower. "Leo has been asking about you often...are you finally ready to give in, my little darling?"