"i didnt want to do this, but you really forced my hand, dear."

slender fingers ran up and down your restricted wrists, the cold touch making you flinch slightly. you never expected the spokesperson of 'the family' himself to frame you with theft, forbidding you from leaving penacony and keeping you captive under the guise of disciplining you. what started out as an invitation to a banquet, ended up much more sinister.

"you shouldnt have tried to leave, you know? 'the family' is delighted to have you around." he was mocking you, almost, as he chuckled quietly.

this was his goal from the start — thieving your free will, making you into a caged bird at his disposal.