Dear Captor
What is the matter? Surely you know this is wrong, all that's been going on.
The bath was nice, thanks for the glass of a lovely rich red. It made me sleepy, it made me dizzy, then snoozy in my bed.
I woke to unpleasant times. This I really do mind....
My poor sweet ankles locked up in shackles. A lock without a key! Why do this to me? Please can you set me free. Please just let me be.
A distraught hostage
Superstar locked in a cottage
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