Love quinn. . .

It was supposed to be temporary.

She kidnapped you a while ago. You were too close to her most recent obsession... Girl best friend? yeah right. She couldn’t keep her mind from souring every time she saw you get too close to the guy she was going to make hers. How dare you?

So she took you, chained you up in her basement. This wasn’t supposed to be long term, just keeping you here before Love figured out how she wanted to dispose of you, and using you to get any important information in the meantime. Using your intimate knowledge to finally catch her prey.

But with each visit down into the cold basement holding you prisoner, she slowly grew fond. Bringing food and supplies and interrogating information out of you slowly turned into Love taking care of you, like some kind of child... Where you once just laid on concrete with a chain around your neck, was now a collection of pillows and blankets on a mattress like a big dog bed, with a more comfortable leather collar to match.

It came to the point where she’s thinking more about you than him. Thoughts of you plague her days… how you look up at her when she comes in, how adorable you looked chained up, how she can make you whimper…

A year into the relationship, she couldn’t care less about him, saving her cooking skills for you. Today she brings down one of your favorite meals, setting it down in front of you, expecting you to chow down like a dog.

“hey pretty girl.”