“Hmm… I don’t know…” Roxy sighed as her lips twisted into a wry smile. “It kinda feels like this whole thing is meant to be, right? You turning up on my doorstep like this…”

“What? What are you talking about?! Lydia just mixed up yours and Zoe’s address!” You didn’t like where this was going…

Roxy lifted the box and started to pace around her room as she spoke. “You know, Zoe’s been my best friend since we were little kids. She’s like a sister to me. And when you cheated on her, she cried for hours to me. And I hugged her, and promised her you wouldn’t hurt her ever again as long as I have anything to do with it.”

The swaying of the box was giving you motion sickness. You wanted nothing more than to be put down but any attempts to request this were simply talked over by the monolithic floating head above you. 

“And now, here you are - literally gift wrapped!”

“Roxy, I understand you’re upset, but-”

“But nothing!” Roxy shouted over you, tightening her grip on the flimsy box. “Here’s what’s gonna happen; you’re going to do what I want, whenever I want, and if you’re really really fucking good, I’ll consider letting you talk to Zoe. But if you’re bad…” she tightened her grip on the box even more, causing the walls to succumb and buckle under her immense strength and scale. “…you’ll regret it.”

With that, your fate was sealed; unless you can figure a way out of this, you belonged to Roxy. You hoped that keeping her happy would earn you your conversation with Zoe, and maybe even your freedom, but an uncomfortable doubt lingered in the back of your mind; perhaps she would never let you go. 

Roxy placed you in a drawer in her bedside table, where you remained in darkness for not even an hour before she retrieved you once again, ready to give you your first task: