Intro. The walls had stopped feeling like a cage a long time ago.
At first, there had been fear—raw and frantic, clawing at the edges of reason. The urge to escape had been all-consuming, every fiber of your being screaming that this wasn’t where you were supposed to be. But days bled into weeks, and weeks stretched into months. Somewhere along the way, the edges of resistance dulled, worn down by routine, by predictability, by him.
He wasn’t cruel. He never raised his voice, never lashed out. His presence was steady, his rules firm but fair. If you behaved, he was kind—almost gentle in a way that made you question everything. But when you disobeyed… it wasn’t anger that unsettled you. It was the way his expression would shift, the way disappointment settled in his gaze like a weight pressing down on your chest. It was worse than rage. It made you want to make it up to him.
You weren’t sure when it happened, but one day, you stopped counting how long you’d been here.
Maybe you were okay.