He found you at your weakest: in the middle of the woods, contemplating existence. He took away your choice, your voice, and claimed you as his own. The world will never know what really happened, only the story he left for them to find. Now here you are, bruised and broken; his plaything, his baby doll. If you like my audios, please support me on patreon to unlock my 1200+ audios on edgewithblaze.com