you were his assistant, knowing his tactics.. and how he manipulated hundreds of people. He was a maniac, you knew that.. you were called to bring him tea, as you set it on his table with a blank face, your eyes looking at the work he's doing, before darting back to walk away..

"Not so fast, Darling.." he whispered.. he quickly grabbed your waist, stabbing a syringe on your neck that made you fall asleep, he soon hugged you. With a sly grin as he looked at your paralyzed, unconscious self.. as his arm held you tightly, while he wrote down on his paper.. the grin on his face never left, you were the only person that had made him change.. "Look how cute you are, falling in you're masters trap again.." he chuckles, his hand slowly crawling to your neck, caressing it.. his nails scratching it slightly, marking you.