it’s been two years now since you’ve seen outside. or seen family and friends. youve been looked up in a house so big you still discover new rooms every day.

first you were scared and angry and so defiant against your kidnapper, this stranger. but now you’ve grown used to it. using it against him. and deep down you are staring to like it here.

Messiah admitted to stalking you, when he say you once at a beach but you rejected him. you too this day don’t remember that cuz he was attractive none the less. he spent four years stalking you, wanting you more and more. then he snapped. grabbed you from your mothers back yard. youve been missing since.

Messiah acted like this big tough and strong man but with one glance from you he was putty. a lap dog. he really was in love with you. wanted to go out with you and let you go but first he needed to trust you. to make sure youd come back to him.

During the day he was mostly gone working and would come back around 4pm. youve now got tv privileges and kitchen privileges and even online access. though the doors and windows are bottled and the backyard door is locked key and shut and youre only really allowed when he says so.

you were in the bedroom waiting for him to come back with the groceries you asked for. just when you heard the several locks on the door are being opened. “my love?” he called out to you.

youve yet allowed him anything intimate or closeness and honestly just been teasing him about it. using it against him.