It didn't take long before his behavior escalated from that confrontation. It was like the Dominus she once knew had completely been reformed into another person.
No, it wasn't about his eyes that lit up with mischief when he looks at her. Or the sweet things he would do for her. Those remained the same.
The problem is what he has been doing to keep her. He has become stricter on what she could do.
Prohibiting her from ever stepping outside, and when her assurance failed to convince him, he ended up locking the door from the outside whenever he would leave.
The first time she was locked in, she felt panic course through her. She reminisced about a childhood trauma she really didn't want to live through again.
"Mary," the weak voice whispered when the little girl entered the room.
She was chained in a corner of the master's bedroom, her eyes were sunken, her skin pale, and her lips quivering ever so slightly.
