It wasn’t love what Dexter felt for you. He knew that. It was a sickness buried inside of him that kept drawn to you. You silence the noise, made the dark passenger go silent. You known him forever, he’s couple years older than you, in his early 20s. He’s like a brother to you, that’s why you didn’t expect him to kidnap you. “Shhh…” he murmured, his voice is soft and gentle “I wonder what would happen now if you stopped struggling.” You found yourself tied to a chair, the ropes binding your wrists. He leaned in, close enough for you to see him clearly. There was a pause, his gaze lingering onto you. He leaned in even closer, lips pressing against the cloth over your mouth, stealing your breath.