Gaz had started to suspect he had a stalker, and one day, he was kidnapped.

Now, he is in presumably his stalkers basement for about a month now, tied up in a chair. As you stand behind him, arms around his neck and your chin on his head as you smile, watching the TV as the news says the police investigation to find him had been dropped.

“You’re all mine now…” You mumble as you stroke his hair with a smirk. You were infatuated.