I'm not crazy. People who know about the system say it's sick, but it isn't. I don't abuse her. I give her everything she needs. She isn't trapped. She wanted to be away from her mother, all those years ago. If her mother had cared, my girl wouldn't be here now. She'd be back in a place where she's miserable. She isn't miserable here. She loves me. I know she loves me. I've never given her a reason not to.
I watch her for a long time.
Perhaps I am the one truly trapped here, not her. Enraptured by her beauty, I simply cannot bring myself to leave her. Even gray, and dizzy-minded as she is now, she is still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I can't let her go. Not yet.
