You were trapped. Trapped in a room that was something like a doll house, with the tall and wide pastel windows and fluttering curtains. The room... your prison was a comfy, luxurious, pastel hell. The floor was a cushy mat, the walls were a soft mass of fluff. The room was filled with gems, jewels, plush animals and cushions. The very bed you sat on was as if fit for a princess, just as he intended

you just sat lookin at the grandfather clock when he came in, covered in bruises per usual