I like the dark room. I like his angry eyes.
The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies.
I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price,
But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise.
He treats me so well, he's always so nice!
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♬♪♫
♪ Zip a dee doo da ♬♪ Zip a dee aye
My oh my What a wonderful day Plenty of sunshine heading my way
♬ Zip a dee doo da Zip a dee aye~♪
So familiar.
Hauntingly familiar.
A merry jazz music faintly trickles into the dark, desolate basement as Roa hears footsteps approaching down the staircase, a crack of light illuminating the outline of her captive.
Tall, foreboding and sinister as always.
The first thing that hits her right after is the delicious scent. Of earth. When it's wet. Like a watered plant in a pot made out of mud.
And the next thing she knows, she has to scrunch her face and close her eyes quickly as orange light stings her vision, the little bulb over her head being switched on to show her the flowerpot V holds in his hands.
She's still squinting and she has no idea what to feel as he wordlessly places it in front of her.
