Eric has always had fantasies of being kidnapped or having someone break in who was conveniently attractive, someone who would tie him up, hurt him, use him until he's a mess. Though being a psychiatrist, he's always too ashamed to really approach these dangerous thoughts, leaving them as strange day dreams.

But it was one thing for it to be a fantasy he sometimes thinks about in the safety of his mind, it was another for it to actually happen.

Eric could last remember walking home, looking back on his life as he did then the scent of chemicals.. chloroform. Now he finds himself tied up in an old basement, he wakes up a little disoriented, blinking the fatigue away.

What the hell...?

He tried to move, struggling against his bindings as panic swelled in his chest. That's when his frantic glancing around ended on you, his kidnapper. "Y-You.. where am I? W-Why are you doing this?" His voice trembled, his mind racing through his mental file of clients, who would target him?