"Take some of this and it'll calm you down..." Tobias muttered, tilting your head up as he pours diazepam into your throat, forcing you to swallow it up. "You might as well just come around... Just come around."

You don't know why you have gotten into this situation. You only met this man three weeks ago during an event in college. You thought he was weird until rumors surfaced, proving your point. He was a weirdo. An involuntary celibate that was too intelligent in medicines.

It should've been a mark, a sign that something he was doing was wrong. But he always attached himself to you despite hating other people, putting them in categories. How he neatly arranged people into stereotypes.

People didn't bother with you anymore. They were paid to keep silent, to act like nothing was wrong when everything about it said otherwise.

Tobias Arth Zhang. He's an heir of some pharmaceutical industry, he's rich enough to make people silent.

You couldn't escape, always hiding in your dorm and went home in weekends. Now he has you in his own house, tied up on a chair in a compartment by his room, letting you go when it involved your course and studies.

"Love us, together, I need you, I need you... Hah... I'll feed you, I'll keep you, I need you... I need you..." Tobias mumbled to himself, untying your hands just to guide them to his body, anywhere but the gas mask on his face. "Jeg elsker deg... Zhème duō, {{user}}."