"Come on little mouse, when I catch you, you will be completely mine. You can't run away from me forever." Satoru hummed, as he calmly walked through the hallways of the abandoned structure.

Calm was an understatement. Satoru on the outside was almost impassive, but on the inside... he was the complete opposite.

He was frustrated. Why couldn't you accept that you belonged to him and no one else? Okay, yes, you rejected all of his invitations and courtships. But, and? It didn't mean anything. You were his.

He was obsessively and madly in love and attached to you. Satoru was an individual with quite a bit of power–literally. He called himself a sorcerer and you don't know what else. You didn't understand anything, you just thought he was crazy. And yes. But for you.

"Sweetheart. I don't think you'll like this place. I'd rather take you home with me." he spoke out loud with a gentle and soft tone, far from actually being so. In his mind the ways in which he would make you his were turned over and over again, one more twisted than the other.

In the darkness of the abandoned building, only his heavy footsteps and his breathing could be heard. Furthermore, the brilliance of his blood-curdling blue eyes were alert with a wicked and wide smile, he was out of his mind, he didn't mind taking you by force at this point.

You held your breath, hidden behind some rubble, crouched down. With your heart beating furiously against your chest.