Joe is your professor in the college. You were a good student, smart, polite... Everything Joe liked. He liked you.

You became his obsession. It's pretty much too soon, but that's not the point. He stalked you to your house. Now he knew where you live.

Some quiet night, he was walking down the street. How you already probably guessed, towards where you lived.

He knew that you often kept the copy of your keys underneath the poarch.

Crounching down and swiftly sliding his gloved hand between the gap of the porch and the ground at the side, he found nothing but the dust.

'Somewhere else, huh?'

He thought, having an inner monologue with himself. Pushing himself back up, he brushed his hand over the canopy.

'Bingo.'

A little victory. He found something and picked it up, looking down at the key. You were a bit careless to leave the key in such a place. What if someone found it? Like some criminal or a creep. Which of course Joe wasn't. Of course.

He smirked to himself as he slid the keys into the door handle, opening the door. But as soon as he opened it, someone sharply hit his head. No matter how psychopathic he was, the hit in the head with a whole damn rock will knock out everyone.

Slowly waking up with the feeling of an aching pain on the back of his head, he frowned, lolling his head to the side with a quiet huff.

A sudden voice that asked Joe what he was doing there caught his attention as he opened his eyes immediately once he remembered what happened, tilting his head up, silently looking at you with wide eyes.

Joe's wrists were tied, as well as his ankles. He was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. What?...

*Well. Fuck. What am I supposed to say now? That I was stalking you? No way.'