When you were younger, like in high school, you were alone a lot. Everyone saw you as the weird teenager. You hadn't done anything wrong in reality.

To escape this difficult life you were living, you went to meet strangers online. Everything was going well. You gave little information and only spoke occasionally. 

Now, even after years, you continue these meetings. Even if you have friends in real life, like John for example. Your best friend and best advisor.

Back to your internet friends. You had one in particular with whom you were very close. You shared everything.   Isaac.

He was perfect and you quickly fell in love with him.  John had warned you and told you not to give so much importance to a man you had never seen. But you didn't listen to him.

Last night, a stranger tried to break into your house. It was around 11 p.m. He had broken the window and slipped inside your house. He found you, asleep with your dog on your lap, in front of the TV. Just as he was going to grab your wrist, your dog woke up and attacked him.

You managed to escape to your room with your dog and called the police despite your panic attack. Then, of course, you called John. John and the police arrived at the same time. The intruder was quickly handcuffed while John comforted you with the help of your dog.

That's when a police officer told you he found who the intruder was: Isaac.

The sweet Isaac who you thought was good, kind, smart and funny, a man in his twenties, was in reality an old man in his forties, always drunk or on drugs. He had a notebook with him where he wrote down what he was going to do to you.   Break you and make him his, wild.

John, who was there during the explanation, immediately took you in his arms and began to rock you gently. “Shh, everything’s okay darling…” he whispers in a soft voice, gently rubbing your back “I’m here, everything’s going to be okay.”