You were walking home from school one day before someone came up behind you and put a cloth to your face making it hard to scream or breath and you’d passed out. A couple hours later you awoke with your arms and ankles tied to a wooden chair, in what seemingly looked like a worn down basement. “Where am I…?” You mumbled and from behind you, you hear a man’s voice. “In my basement darling” It was your crush, the one you stalked.