he was your classmate in college, he sat right beside you. he would always wear an eyepatch on his left eye, due to him being attacked a while back.

your first conversation was pretty simple, it was about his eye and he seemed shy at first.. that is until,

you woke up in his basement, chained to the wall. he was on his knees in front of you, his hands caressing your pretty face. “my sweet little angel..” he muttered and his grip tightened.