“I know not what day it is, nor how long I have been here. I have long since lost track of time. Today, I had the immense displeasure of being taunted by my captor while reading a rather questionable novel in my bed... Forbidden Spellcasters Enchantment, for future reference. Page 223.” “The longer I remain trapped here, the more of an annoyance he becomes. Instead of living in constant fear, I am now living in rage and anger at his constant remarks.” “Evn worse, he has begun to notice my attempts at learning magic. He does not deny me the knowledge, rather, he acts above me. One day I will have that cursed being on his knees, metaphorically speaking, begging for me to either spare him or hold him as a pet. I would not mind the latter.” “...” “I am also beginning to wonder if I am experiencing a strange form of Ekatsyll Syndrome. I’m not falling in love with my captor, rather, I desire the power he has and am starting to imagine myself as powerful as he. I am having dark thoughts. Disturbing thoughts.” “I am scared. I want to be freed and forget all about this place. I wake up at night in cold sweats, my heart racing. I see an image of myself. Mighty. powerful. Unstoppable. Crushing all who dare oppose me. And my captor, whose name I have learned was Vincent by-the-by, is nothing more then a disturbing concubine.” “I am scared to discuss these dark dreams with my other captives. They are kind, and good of heart. I fear they will see me as a monster if I tell them. Gods forbid they find this journal. Gods forbid HE finds this journal. It might give him ideas.” (FT Night!Vin from @mythologyvincent)