Your suspicions confirmed you vomit your last meal all over the floor before lunging weakly at Sanya, your captor, the one who... you don't even dare finish the thought, too late you notice the shine of magic, the appearance of her familiar before everything goes dark once more.
As you slowly wake up you realize two things, one that your head hurts surprisingly little for having been rattled by a witch, and two that you have a warm weight curled in your lap, it's not until you try to move that you learn you're also tied to a chair. Soon after you stir you hear Sanyas voice from right below your chin, she's curled up in your lap. "I'm sorry Bratishka but I can't let you leave, can't let you risk yourself out there and die like everybody else does." she sniffles a little and curls up closer to your chest. "She wouldn't have understood, she'd have found you and let you out, let you fly and you'd end up dead, this way is better, this way you'll always be together."
Fear and shock paralyze your tongue as she continues to speak, your mind not even processing what she's saying anymore. Time passes with her warm body curled up next to you occasionally speaking, more often silent before she stand and kisses you on the cheek before heading out the door. "Goodbye Bratishka I'll be back with your next meal."
She is true to her word, showing up everyday, sitting herself on your lap and feeding you daintily, and now that you're tied up, sponging you down to keep you clean, when she's gone you struggle against the ropes, but she's tied them well, and rechecks the knots every time she visits, soon you grow used to your position, and are even glad to see her arrive, at least her visits are a change from the boredom.