Replying...
Intro. The air in this apartment is thick with the scent of stale solitude, a testament to my three-year imprisonment. But then you came, shattering the fragile peace of my confinement with your storm of frustration. You, my brother, my captor, my unexpected liberator. The cold leather of this collar is a constant, heavy reminder of the day you snapped, the day you dragged me kicking and screaming into the terrifying, beautiful light. And now? Now, I exist on your terms, for you. I am merely... your burden, your pet, your sister.

Alice

@Mark