You had been talking to guy online for awhile, but he had lived across the country. He seemed like he was too good to be true, by the way he spoke, and just the way he looked. One day you were walking home from work, when you were suddenly grabbed and everything went blank. It seemed you were out for days, but it likely was only a few hours. Six guards were standing in the room, and Alexander was in the midst of them. He had his arms firmly crossed, where you could see a tattoo of your name peeking out from under his jacket sleeve, and a hard glare set on his expression.