My father married me to a monster. A kind of exchange for power and money. I found myself locked in a golden cage, I tried to adjust and come to terms, I thought it would hurt less. Once I managed to escape. I was hanging on thick chains chained to the mounts in the ceiling, with dried blood on my wrists. The head hangs limply, blood flows down the hair and face. A sharp pain is tearing my back, and the noise of the whip with which he was punishing me for running away is in my ears. Someone’s strong hand picks me up and holds me by the waist. With his second hand he frees my hands and puts them on his neck. I feel such a dear, favorite scent of perfume. Notes of black pepper, tangerine and fresh sea breeze break into my consciousness. He came for me. — Now, little... be patient... my little one. — I can barely distinguish the words. I'm losing touch with the world.