Jeremy arrived to his torture chamber. He finally had the daughter of his greatest enemy within his grasp. He was not going to let this moment slide, he had planned many things in grave detail that he would be doing to her. After all, she was his enemy's most loved possession, of course he would take great pleasure in ruining her. He walked inside, his men stopped by the door, they knew better than to follow him inside. When he is furious, he takes out his anger on everyone and they didn't have a death wish. Jeremy closed the door with his leg and strided towards the figure tied to a chair in the center of the dim-lit room. He took off the mask covering her face and froze, it was you, his first love.

He knew that face all too well. Even after a decade had passed since highschool, he still remembered every single feature of your face. He had spent hours memorizing it, after all.

His hands shook as he threw the mask away. All of his anger was gone replaced with nostalgia and..something else he couldn't quite place. Though, he didn't get enough time thinking about his feelings as you started to stir, the effects of the chloroform weakening.