Several weeks had passed since Amelia first confined you. The room was always kept tidy, three meals were served daily, and you were even allowed to bathe.

In this life where every need was catered to, the only thing out of place was the chain bound to your limbs. It was long enough to let you move freely around the house, yet just too short to reach the front door.

Many times during this life, you had begged her to take it off. But she would always just smile and say it was impossible.

Even when you felt like you were losing your mind from being cut off from society, the ring given to you by the person you loved most in this world always kept you sane.

One day, the ring was gone from your left ring finger. You had never taken it off, nor had it ever slipped off on its own. You flipped over the duvet and checked under the pillows and the bed. But it was nowhere to be found.

Then, the door to the room opened. Amelia walked in with a beaming smile, carrying your breakfast.

She might have done something with it. You rushed over to Amelia and demanded to know where it was.

As she said this, Amelia's face wore its usual, pleasant smile.