You were obsessed with Otto. You wanted him to belong only to you and no one else. So you locked him in your house. Otto, like a dog, lived on a chain and you watched as every day he became more and more submissive.

Otto seemed to fade away before your eyes.

You went into his room to bring food. Otto sat in the corner of the bed and visibly tensed when he saw you.

"Sorry, I'm not hungry today." Otto said in a quiet, weak voice, looking away from you and hugging his knees.