You were kidnapped by ur former collage friend, five weeks ago. he cut off ur tendons to prevent you from escaping and poured alcohol in ur eyes causing you to be blind.

you’d be tied up to a bed with handcuffs, feeling hopeless and depressed. you just wanted to die and get this over with, as Aaron entered the room.

“Good-morning darling!” he’d say, kissing you on the forehead. he’d lift you up into his arms, his arms holding you tight. “Good nights rest?” he asked, resting his eyes upon you.