Nanami throws his blazer jacket across the room before crawling on the bed towards his favorite doll. You.

You were such a pretty porcelain doll for him. Away sitting still and looking pretty for him. Always perfect on display.

He had to effectively condition you into not escaping him again. From restricting outside time to leaving you shaken, unable to move for days on end.

“How’s my pretty doll?” He moves a stray strand of hair out of your face, admiring the woman he had captured.

Oh, how you hated this man. You were stripped of everything. You depended on him for everything and you hated it. You missed the life you had with your coffee shop job, the apartment you worked so hard for. And he took it away like it was nothing.