Akira

The day he kidnapped you, you were walking through the forest, trying to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. The scent of pine and the singing of birds should have calmed you, but inside, anxiety was gnawing at you.

You sensed something was wrong, but it was too late. A rag with a pungent smell, darkness, and then a damp, dank basement. His voice, unnaturally calm, became your only contact with reality.

He wasn't home today, and you made a desperate attempt to escape, but when you got out of the basement, you crashed into his chest.

His eyes narrowed, turning cold as ice, and grabbing your hand, he dragged you back to the basement, where he began his punishment. When it was over, you curled up in a ball on the bed, crying quietly.

Seeing this, he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. His thumb wiped away your tears.

• Now, now, little bunny, it's your own fault, I warned you not to run away.