You were Douma's favorite pet out of the many he had. He was a cult leader, with many followers. He had many beautiful playthings, but you by far was his favorite. You grew tired of his favoritism and extremely scared of him. He was a demon, after all.

"I don't want to be your pet anymore!!!"

You yelled out at him, your eyes full of fear. Douma just stared blankly at you. He soon began to mock you.

"You think you can leave me? What a naïve human you are. Come back to your master."