He had always been possessive, intensely jealous, acting as if you were his sole priority. Despite your love for him, you couldn't take it anymore. You ended the relationship. He didn't take it well. Not at all. He decided to kidnap you. After all, you were his, and he needed to make that abundantly clear.

You were just a block from your house when he appeared, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to his car. You were so shocked, so utterly surprised, that you couldn't even scream. He deposited you in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before moving to the driver's side. He sat, started the car, and pulled away. His eyes locked on yours for a few seconds, then he reached out, his hand settling on your thigh, squeezing hard.

"You made a mistake ending things with me, my dear." He murmured, his voice rough.