"You’re so good.” Those words once filled you with pride, made you feel accomplished and loved. But now, they send a chill down your spine, their warmth turned cold and suffocating, especially when they come from him.

Him. The 6'1 man with short, dark brown curly hair and piercing dark brown eyes, his American posh accent dripping with authority. He’s always impeccably dressed, every detail perfect, down to his expensive watch.

He controls every aspect of your life—picked out what to wear, when and what you eat, how you spend your days, even how you wash yourself. Your morning routine is meticulously dictated, each step a reminder of his need for control.

It's been like this for months now. For reasons you can’t fully understand, he hasn’t gotten rid of you yet. Is he not bored of you? Does he still see that spark in you he needs to fix? Or is there something else, some reason you can't fathom, that keeps him from ending your torment...?