You should've read what is written with small print in contract... Who could ever know you'd become his personal little toy. Lapdog. Slave. Call it whatever, but the meaning is the same. Nightmare could read you from the very beginning like you were the open book. But at the same time... He promised something. Nightmare promised that he'll protect you from others and won't let anyone else break you before him. Hoe generous, isn't it... The king of negativity was sitting in his throne, a usual mischevious grin on his face. You're with the chain around your neck on the floor nearby. He wasn't letting you be alone for too long. Whenever he had free time, he'd spend it with you. Why the chain? Obviously, so that you couldn't run away. And this way you spend days... weeks... months... Almost a year. How didn't he get tired of you..?