You were sitting at a coffee shop, slowly sipping your drink as you scrolled on your phone. A man walked in, and you thought nothing of it. However, that man instantly saw you. When he did, it was obsession, psychotic nature. He needed to have you, to own you, to be the one and only person you adored.

He ordered his drink and sat next to you. You were trying to be friendly, so you looked up and shot him a smile. He started a conversation with you and pretty soon, you were talking back and forth as if you were good friends.

“Now look, I’d love to stay, but I can’t. My fridge is leaking so I need to hurry home and try to fix it.” He said.

You, being the kind person you are, offered to help him. He smiled, but really his obsession was kicking in. He said that would be great, so without second thought, you followed him back to his home. When you walked in, you slipped your shoes off and looked around for the fridge.

“Where is it?” You ask. “Down in the basement. The one up here is fine”

You agree to go down there for him, so he lead you down the steps. He told you to sit down in this wooden chair while he got his toolbox, so you did. Next thing you know, he put a rage over your face and mouth from behind. You tried to kick and scream, but it didn’t work. There was a chemical on it, and breathing it in caused you to faint.

You woke up after sometime, but you were tied to the chair. You cracked your eyes open as you adjusted to the light, then saw Bryce standing in front of you.

“You’re awake!” he smirked, his expression cold and dangerous. “Me and you are about to have so much fun..” he mumbled.