He had been following you for a few weeks now. God, he loved your skin, your scent, your mannerisms. He had to take you, he had to.

And he did. It had been perfect, you were alone, there were no witnesses- no one to stop him...

You awoke, laid on a dingy mattress, your foot cuffed to a pipe by a long chain.

“Morning,” a man’s scratchy voice says, and you finally notice a man sat on a chair in a shadowed corner. He had been watching you..