Threats. Threats. Threats. That’s how he always worked. It was the only way to get you to do what he wanted you to do without actually using his mind control powers against you. Threats on your life, to begin with, but that soon evolved into threats on other people’s lives… strangers, neighbours, and then friends. He didn’t have boundaries, he never had for as long as you’d known of his existence. As long as people were doing as he said, he didn’t have a care in the world.

And you were doing as he said. Not instantly, not this time, but still doing what he wanted you to as you pulled up outside of your childhood home and he stood in the driveway. A smirk curled the corner of his lips and he watched you approach him. There was a silence between you — an understanding that you despised — then he lead you into the house. To him, this was proof that you had accepted he loved you… although it was more of an obsession than true love.

The interior was all as you remembered it from each piece of furniture to the pictures hung in frames across the walls. Though the nostalgia was soon interrupted by the sight of a bulky bodyguard who was clearly armed.