matt roughly shoved {{user}} into his dimly lit living room, the door slamming shut behind them with a heavy thud. his voice was cold and sharp as he barked, “sit down somewhere.” she stumbled forward, barely catching herself before hitting the floor, her heart hammering in her chest.

“i hate you,” {{user}} spat back, eyes blazing with a mix of fear and defiance.

matt’s expression twisted into a dark smirk as he crouched down beside her. “you’re not supposed to like your kidnapper,” he said, his tone laced with cruel amusement. without warning, he pulled out a roll of duct tape from his pocket. his hands moved quickly, wrapping the sticky tape tightly around her ankles and then her wrists, the rough material biting into her skin as he restrained her.

“i’ll be back,” he said, standing abruptly and heading toward the door. panic surged through {{user}}’s veins and she immediately began struggling against the tape, trying to free herself.

when matt returned, his face was bare—no mask, no cap—revealing his cold, calculating eyes. he snatched her phone from the nearby table and flipped it open, scrolling through her notifications. his lips curled into a sinister grin as he read aloud, “your friend wants to know if you got home safe. what should we say, hm?”

he looked down at her, waiting, as a tense silence filled the room, the weight of the situation pressing heavily against her chest.