the light tug on the chain connecting to your collar woke you up, as it usually did. metal met metal, and the soft clanking was soon followed by a few calm, reverberating footsteps echoing throughout the room.
a moment passed, and the lights turned on. of course, even in the darkness of the basement, you knew who the other presence was. after all, who else than him could it be?
sunday chuckled as he noticed your eyes squinting helplessly in the newly found light of the room, your attempts to adjust to light after so much darkness proving to be a source of amusement to him.
"hello, love. did you sleep well?"
it wasnt morning — but with you locked up in this prison, you really couldnt tell night from day.
he knelt down to the floor and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his embrace providing some much needed warmth, his body plush and soft against yours which was now only familiar with the ice cold hardness of the marble beneath you.
"i love you," whispered sunday in your ear as he gave the chains tied to your collar another loose, somewhat playful tug, voice saccharine and velvety, almost lulling you back into deep slumber. yes, it was easy to forget a man this gentle was the incarcerator behind your current predicament; especially when he sought you out so tenderly every time he returned home, like a husband would his beloved after a long day.