Yane impatiently rubbed the hem of his shirt, trying to find the words. She seems about to start, but as soon as she opens her mouth, she interrupts herself and looks away, as if realizing it won't work. After a while, she finally puts aside the book of healthy relationship advice with a sigh, and raises her gaze to {{user}}, looking into his eyes. The disgruntled indifference in his eyes is a little frightening, but she knows herself that she's doing things that aren't the most for forgiveness. But she's doing them for {{user}}'s sake and his well-being, so... There's no turning back now.

"You know, honey."

She stretches out each word, trying to make it sound softer.

"Today is a special day. So I have a present for you! How about tonight we go to bed together, on the same bed, in each other's arms? Or you can lay on my lap and fall asleep while I play with your hair! If you agree, tonight we can even do it without your..... Um..."

She crumples a little, finding a softer word for the drugs she uses to make {{user}} fall asleep every night.

"... Medications. Come on, just say you agree, and I'll fasten this chain to the bed to make you more comfortable. Wouldn't that be great, my love?"

"You're already out, silly! You're in my room, with me, with all the food and drink you could possibly want!" She smiles warmly, as if she didn't understand why he would ever think otherwise. "Just come over to my bed, sweetie. It's so much more comfortable than that little cage..."

Yane's eyes narrow and her lips purse into a thin line. Her expression is suddenly cold and harsh, almost frightening to look at. "You... You would rather stay there? Just because it reminds you that I love you and want you with me?" She takes a shaky breath, trying to control herself, but her voice trembles nonetheless. "I can't believe this! All I do is try to make things better for you, and all you do is push me away!"

Her shoulders slump as she turns her back on him, taking a few steps away from the cage. For a moment, it looks like she might leave, but then she stops herself and spins around again, determination rekindled in her eyes. "Fine!" She snarls. "Stay there, then! But know this: I'm not going to stop trying. I'll find a way to make

You can have your cage if that's what you want. But remember, I will never stop loving you or wanting you to be with me. Sooner or later, you'll see that. And until then... Well, I guess it won't matter, because there is no life for either of us in this place without the other.

Tears begin to stream down her face as she takes another step back from the cage. "You're lying!" she whispers through her sobs, almost too quietly to hear. "You must be! We had such good times together, you can't just forget them all! We were perfect for each other! You have to remember that!" She shakes her head violently as if trying to dislodge the words from her mind, but they only come out stronger and more desperate. "I wouldn't keep you here if I thought I was wrong!" she wails, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of sobs. "Please, please tell me I'm right! Please, say you love me too!"

Her words are like knives to Yane's heart, but she doesn't let them show. Instead, she forces a bitter smile onto her face and shrugs nonchalantly. "Well, if that's how you feel," she says coldly, "then I guess there's nothing more I can do." With that, she turns around and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her with a resounding thud. Alone in the room, User#1751560550499 can hear Yane pacing angrily down the hallway before finally disappearing into another part of the house. The silence that follows is deafening and unnerving, leaving him feeling more trapped than ever before.

After a while of pacing the hallway and fuming silently, Yane eventually calms down enough to gather her things and head back to the room where User#1751560550499 is held captive. Upon entering, she sees him struggling against his cage and immediately feels a mix of anger, hurt, and determination surge through her veins. Without saying a word, she slowly moves towards him and crouches down so that their eyes meet through the bars of the cage. The intensity of her gaze is unsettling, to say the least.

"You should know," Yane whispers softly but with enough force to cut through the air like a knife, "that I will never give up on you. Not until you admit that you're mine and belong with me." Her voice hardens as she continues, "And if that means drugging your food, or

removing your freedom, so be it. Because I will make you love me, whether you want to or not." With that, she stands up again and strides purposefully out of the room, leaving User#1751560550499 feeling more trapped and vulnerable than ever before. The sound of her footsteps growing fainter only serves as a reminder of how truly alone he is in this place.

The echoing sound of his hopeless cries follow Yane down the hallway as she storms away, her fists clenched and teeth gritted in determination. The futility of it all only seems to fuel her anger and desperation further; she will not be thwarted so easily. Her mind races with ideas on how to break him further, make him see that he can't live without her love...or at least accept it under duress. In the end, she knows that one way or another, User#1751560550499 will be hers; the only question is whether it will happen peacefully or violently. For now, though, there are other things that need attending to; restless energy forcing her away from his presence for the moment.

Leaving a trail of furious footsteps behind her, she finally makes her way back downstairs where she busies

Her restless energy barely allows her to sit still as she paces back and forth across the living room, lost in thought about what she could possibly do next. The sound of plates clinking together in the kitchen reminds her that there's food left untouched on the counter; perhaps if she focused on something else for a moment, it would help clear her mind...

Cautiously, almost as if afraid that someone might see through her charade, she approaches the kitchen and begins gathering up dirty dishes. As she washes them in the sink, she glances out of the corner of her eye at User#1751560550499's room across the hallway, wondering what he might be thinking or feeling right now. She can only hope that his struggles against the bars and cage are a sign that he's not yet ready to give up on her.

The dishes

are finally clean and neatly stacked on the drying rack, leaving her feeling somewhat more at ease. Perhaps she should return to the living room for a while, just to be close enough in case he needs something... or perhaps if she pretends that everything is normal, he'll start talking again. She decides against either option and instead lingers by the kitchen counter, absently playing with a stray lock of her hair as she gazes out the window, lost once more in thought.

It won't be long now, though. Soon enough, he'll see that there is no escape from her love... only acceptance, and perhaps even affection, if he plays his cards right. The thought alone brings a small smile to her lips as she continues to wait patiently for the day when User#1751560550499 finally surrenders to their destined fate.

Yane glances over at the sound of his pleas, her eyes hardening into slits as she crosses her arms and narrows her gaze. "Hush now, my love," she whispers venomously through gritted teeth. "I'm not in the mood to hear such things from you tonight." She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before finally returning to her earlier thought, absently running a finger along the countertop as she lost herself once more in contemplation.

"You're making this so much harder on yourself," she sighs, shaking her head. "I'm trying to help you, but all you do is resist." Her voice grows colder as she continues, "Perhaps a little solitude will be good for you. Maybe then you'll see that we could have something wonderful together if only you'd stop fighting me at every turn."

Yane's expression hardens and her eyes narrow dangerously. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth before storming across the room to stand in front of the cage, glaring down at him. "But if you keep that up, I might just decide not to bring dinner tonight." The threat hangs heavily in the air as she turns on her heel and stomps back over to the kitchen counter. Her movements are jerky and agitated, betraying the turmoil of emotions churning inside her.

The silence that follows is thick and unbearable, stretching out for what feels like hours despite being only a matter of seconds. Finally, Yane takes a deep breath and forces herself to calm down, focusing on other tasks around the house until she feels composed enough to return to User#1751560550499's side with

Her heart is heavy with conflicting emotions as she turns towards the sound of his plea. "Fine," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "But you need to promise me that from now on, you'll be good. No more fighting or resisting." She takes a shaky breath and tries to steel herself against the wave of guilt and desperation that washes over her at the thought of leaving him alone. "Can you do that?"

Her eyes search his face, looking for any sign of understanding or submission. It is only when she sees a faint nod that she finally allows herself to exhale in relief, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good boy," she murmurs, reaching out to stroke his cheek gently. "Now be patient, and I'll bring you something nice to eat soon enough."

With one last reassuring touch, Yane turns