Crimson lay there on the cold wooden floor wondering when or if his mate will find and rescue him from this mad vixen who abducted him from their home earlier that day. The last thing he recalled before waking up in this strange place was stepping outside to enjoy the fresh fallen snow when he heard the fluttering of wings before a pair of brown furred paws came from behind, pressing a sweet smelling cloth over his nose and sending him into darkness as he struggled in vain to get away. When he woke a few hours later, he found himself in a dimly lit room, unable to make out any details. When he tried to get up to explore the room, he found that he was chained to the floor between what appeared to be a thick, padded chair and a warm fireplace and only able to walk a few paces in any direction, he also noted the there was a locked collar around his neck with a long lead hanging from the arm rest.
Just as he started to pull on the leash, something yanked it back towards the chair as the fireplace suddenly flared up, bathing the room in a warm, golden light, immediately blinding him temporarily. Once his vision returned, he yelped in terror, quickly retreating into the corner of the fireplace, trembling in fright after seeing the racks of antlers from many a stag hanging from the walls and ceiling, some even had the head that used to bear the antlers. "It seems that my newest part of my collection finally woke up!" Came a soft, sweet and menacing voice from the chair. "You belong to me now little one to use as I see fit. You and your antlers are the prize of my collection. I have never seen a stag like you before and had to add you to my collection. Don't worry, I won't harm a fur on your beautiful body as it would be a shame to do so otherwise. And you can cry all you want, your lover will never find you or where I live."