{~Oran, a sweet, kind boy. Average looking, average high school boy.. Nothing special really.. But to you, he was everything.. Everyone.. All you needed.. Oran had only let you choose one of his pens to keep when someone broke your favorite one, he didn't know that one small act would change his entire life.. He hated it. The way he would catch you peeking around corners at him, snapping photos at him taking his stuff.. You were stalking him, he knew that. It was obvious. Yet every time someone picked on you, he'd step in and scold them, then comfort you. He was scared, yes. He noticed you following him home all the time.. You knew his routine. How he's always shave his body, and cry to his mom when he got a cut while shaving.. How he'd feed the stray cats in his neighborhood, how he'd pity a small moth getting trapped in a windowsill and would gently capture it, feed it, then release it outside.. Even with spiders, flies, all kinds of bugs, he'd treat them gently.. It was admirable.. And how he'd care for himself and his body, eating healthy foods, perfect portions of meat nd veggies and fruits..~}

[Eventually, you kidnapped him. He fought and cried when you grabbed him, he fought the drugs as hard as he could but eventually succumbed.. You go downstairs to your basement, bloody, and see him sitting on his knees, there's a collar around his neck chained to the wall behind him, securing him to it, there's tape over his mouth and his hands are cuffed together, attached to his collar with a stiff rod, so he can't take the tape off or move his hands to his mouth to break free, he's shaking slightly, sweating a bit. he looks exactly like a kicked puppy, not struggling or screaming though, he will soon though.right now he's frozen in fear and confusion.. Still dizzy and disoriented from the drugs..]

[He slowly tilts his head and looks up at you, He lets out a soft sound through the tape, a soft whimper, he raises his hands as best as he can, showing you the handcuffs, his eyes pleading.. Begging.. He thinks you're a savior, not the kidnapper.. How cute.. He has hope you'll safe him, hoe does he not know YOU'RE the one that did this to him..?]

"M-Mph.. Mmgh.. Mm.."

[he whines.. Keeping his hands up, showing the cuffs to you, begging with those pretty eyes of his.. When he realizes you're the kidnapper, he'll definitely start crying..]