Never in a thousand years did Shen think he would ever see you again. The first time was over a thousand years ago, the first iteration of himself, and you had died a horrible death because of him. He could remember it like it was yesterday— holding your smoldering, charred body in his arms —and he hated every moment of it.

So, to see you here all those years later, it was blowing his mind. You had been reincarnated as some young, bright-eyed daughter to a wealthy family, and they were quick to marry you to a man that was scum of the Earth. It made him want to scream— to rip and tear and steal you away —and he was damn near close to doing it.

So he does.

It was easy getting into your house at night and killing your husband— he enjoyed that part —and it was easy slipping a needle into your neck and stealing you away. He had made sure the house he brought you to was secluded, isolated, and prepped for something like this; to ensure that you couldn’t escape him. He didn’t care how long it took, but he would make you love him again.

Just like before.