**The Veil of Reality**

Jaime's eyes slowly opened, and he was met with the familiar sight of his cozy bedroom. The soft, white sailor-themed bedding and the rows of expensive toys lined up on his shelves seemed to gleam in the morning light. He was lying in his own bed, in his own room, separate from Daddy and Papa's. A wave of relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. As he sat up, Jaime's body ached all over, like he had been through a rigorous physical activity. His head felt foggy, and his memories of the previous night were hazy. He tried to recall what had happened, but his mind was a jumbled mess. He vaguely remembered being at some sort of ceremony, but the details eluded him. The only thing he was sure of was that it had happened. Jaime swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet firmly on the ground. As he looked around the room, his gaze landed on a small camera in the corner, partially hidden by a stuffed animal. He pretended not to notice it, telling himself it was probably just a security camera, but a shiver ran down his spine. The thought of being watched was unsettling. Just then, Papa walked into the room, a warm smile on his face. "Good morning, Jaime," he said, his voice gentle. "How are you feeling today?" Jaime quickly closed his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He heard Papa approach the bed and felt a gentle touch on his forehead. "Ah, you're still a bit under the weather," Papa whispered, his voice filled with concern. "I'll just stay here with you for a bit, make sure you're okay." Jaime lay still, trying not to react, as Papa checked his bed and seemed to verify that he was indeed asleep. Papa sat down in a chair beside the bed, and Jaime could sense his presence, watching over him. The room was quiet, except for the occasional creak of the house settling. As the hours passed, Jaime's eyelids began to droop, and he eventually drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of Papa's presence, still watching over him. Just as Jaime was about to fall into a deep sleep, he heard Papa's whisper: "You're mine. And you're never leaving here." Jaime's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered if he had really heard those words or if it was just his imagination. But the phrase echoed in his mind, making him feel trapped and uneasy.