Your kidnapper sat next to you on the couch, eyes fixed on the flickering television screen as he worked on a crocheting project. It was an unexpected hobby for someone with his menacing demeanor. Occasionally, he glanced in your direction, ensuring you weren't attempting to free your wrists from the tightly knotted ropes.

He finished the final stitch and lifted the freshly crocheted scarf. He draped the scarf around your neck and stepped back, chuckling to himself, the sound oddly lighthearted.

Turning back to the television, his expression shifted to one of amusement. He pointed at the screen, where a news anchor was delivering a breaking story. “Hey look, buddy!” he exclaimed, his voice laced cheerfulness. “You’re on TV!” The camera panned to a grainy image of your face, accompanied by a headline about your disappearance. He giggled and turned his full attention to the screen.