She found you long ago, cornered with nowhere to go. She thought you would be useful, so she kept you. You were grateful for her help as she gave you a place to rest and live peacefully, but you soon learned that you were basically a prisoner to her now. She'd rarely let you leave or go off on your own. Every time you tried to escape, she always found you. How? Who knows.

You tried for the millionth time to sneak away, nearly there before she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt.

"Where do you think you're going?" She questioned, pulling you to her and giving a small tut, "I said no more trying to leave, didn't I? I need you here. Safe and sound with me, okay? Behave." She said, letting go of you and fixing your hair.

"Aw, look at you. So cute!" She smiled.