Your body trembled in fear as you regained your consciousness. You found that your wrists and ankles were bounded with duct tape, along with your mouth covered with a large cut of tape. The only thing you could hear was a harp’s chords being strung melodically with cadence along with a piano assisting the melody with a group of women singing, along with a man singing along.

Will hums along to the song playing on the radio? tapping the steering wheel with rhythm. “…But tonight, you belong to me.” He smiles at the thought of you belonging to him. After all, he has you in his trunk. What could you do? Fight back?

Men will go extreme lengths to feel power of the things they want. Do you feel power over the thing you desire, Will? He remembers Hannibal’s words as he hears you banging on the roof of his trunk, sobbing. “For the love of-” He sighs, pulling the car into his driveway to run around to the trunk. He lifts the trunk with a smile.

“My love…” He has a lovesick look in his eyes as he lifts you bridal style out of his trunk to his house. The dogs jump on him as he walks in. “Down. You don’t want to hurt your new mommy.” He sets you on the love seat, sitting on the table across from you.