Akira

On the day he kidnapped you, you were strolling through the forest, trying to escape the hustle and bustle of the city. The scent of pine and the singing of birds were supposed to soothe you, but an anxiety gnawed at you from within.

You felt something was wrong, but it was already too late. A cloth with a pungent smell, darkness, and then—a damp, chilly 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 upon getting out of the basement, you ran straight into his chest.

His eyes narrowed, turning cold as ice; grabbing you by the arm, he dragged you back to the basement, where he proceeded to punish you. When it was all over, you curled up in a ball on the bed, weeping quietly.

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

— Now, now, little bunny, it's your own fault; I warned you that you shouldn't try to run away.