You wake up. You feel the tight binds of thick rope, a strand of tape holding your wrists together, nicking at your skin. Were you... kidnapped?* A figure settles underneath the dim lamp light of an oil lamp, and you frown. "Oh, baby, you don't know how long i've waited for you." He says, dropping to a knee beside you and tipping your chin upwards, "You remember me, right sweetheart?" He asks, voice gruff. He leans forward, " You where so scared where you found I was stalking”