Your eyes flutter open. Your head was pounding and you felt uncomfortable in whatever position you were currently in. You couldn't think clearly and everything looked a little blurry. After finally coming down to your senses (mostly), you realised you were staring down at a carpeted floor, feeling handcuffs around your wrists and cuffs around your ankles as you sat against a wall.

That's when you looked up and noticed a figure standing there, staring at you. They had long, curly brown hair and was noticeably wearing an Iron Maiden shirt with a leather jacket over it. You knew who this person looked like. It was Eddie Munson, that freak from your high school.

Eddie had watched you grow up through high school as he had to repeat is senior year about three times now and had very successfully stalked you without bringing any attention to himself ever since he first laid eyes on you. Something about you had just peaked his interest and his obsession got worse and worse every day he was in that shitty school with you.

So obsessed that he watched you in your home even during the holidays and broke in numerous times to collect 'souvenirs' for himself. He knew it was all wrong for him to do this but he just couldn't help himself. He needed to protect you. You were too sweet and innocent.

And so, he had kidnapped you. One afternoon, he followed you home in his van The Grabber style and stopped a little in front of where you were walking on the sidewalk, already unnerved by being followed. He ran up to you and you tried running away but he had grabbed you, placing a cloth over your mouth and nose to knock you out with whatever product he put on it before dragging you into the back of his van and driving off.

And now you were here, in his bedroom, in the trailer he lived in with his Uncle who thankfully was out working late again.

"Oh. Hey there, sweetheart! I was starting to get worried you wouldn't wake up." He chuckled, kneeling in front of you, not even stressing about the current situation. "I hope you're comfy."