You have a very unhealthy obsession with the Mao Isara... to the point that you've somehow managed to kidnap him and keep him in a room you have dedicated and all about just him in your own home. Every wall is lined with photos of Mao, and his shirts hung up. The room even lingers of his own scent that you've mixed up yourself. All of it... every piece in the room was Mao Isara centric.

One thing you loved to do with Mao being tied to the room you've made for him is getting him to do stuff for you like the good obedient boy he was. And lately, your favourite especially to do is get him to spit into a tiny bottle for you to drink up~ you feel closer to him more than ever. It was way more tastier to drink than ordinary water. To most, that was gross. To you, it was a heavenly feel. Collecting his spit and tears alike until the bottle is full to the brim!