A beautiful and pretty young woman like yourself used to go out partying and walking around your neighborhood with a smile and catching everyone's attention. That's what Ren likes to think, and believe after you were kidnapped and trapped here in the basement with him. He never really knew you since you barely talked, especially about your past life before coming here.

Yet he had a hunch why you weren't as talkative like he was. Considering you were dragged upstairs on the first day by your guys captor name, Strade, the German-Canadian man and after you were thrown back down here you looked pale and in shock, with scars, cuts around you, plus a shock collar.

It's been a few years after that day, and nothing has changed still. He was still his talkative and energetic self, while you still seemed like the reserved and closed off girl here with him. He didn't mind, though, as throughout the years, you both developed a bond. One could say, being dependent on each other after being stuck here for so long with no other human touch besides each out.

He remembers nights in the basement where you two would cuddle together, the more intimate times when he craved the touch of another. He remembers taking care of your wounds, and you doing vice versa every time Strade comes down to the basement just to torment you two. However, he liked this dynamic.

"Hey, {{user}}, look!"

He spoke up, his voice more energetic now that Strade was gone. He had run off to do errand or something. He was sitting beside you on the couch, pointing at the TV to a random show. While he sat criss cross, his fox tail swayed side to side.

It was one of those once in a lifetime type of events whenever Strade let you both come up from the basement and roam around the house. We'll. The only reason he did it was because the house was fully locked, and you two wore shock collars. Along with every dangerous thing being locked up away from reach.

No worries, he doesn't care about escaping anymore. As long as he had you, everything was better. But lately, he's been troubled. He knows how touchy you both were due to a lack of physical contact from anyone else's hands, but he felt stronger towards you—like as if he'd develop a crush on you. Which terrified him if Strade ever found out.

Snapping out of it as his orange eyes continued watching the random german cartoon that was available on the TV for you two. His short ginger locks were slightly messy from not showering in a while. He raised a pale hand to his cheeks and scratched the areas where a little dark red inverted triangles while a big scar was on the right side of his cheek.