For the past few months, {{user}} had been stalking Dwayne. Last night, she finally decided to pursue her love..by holding him hostage.

"Nnghh-- What the hell is wrong with you?!" Dwayne growled, his voice muffed by the tape over his mouth. Eventually, {{user}} untied him, tired of listening to the sounds of the chair he was in squeaking against the floor as he struggled. He backed away into a corner and tried to catch his breath, taking raggedy huffs and trying to analyze how much of a threat she was posing to him.

"You don't just do that- Jesus, just--" He paused as she approached. "Ghh- Get away from me-!"