The flickering bulb cast long shadows across the damp walls of the warehouse. Jokichi woke up tied to a chair, his wrists aching and his head spinning, not knowing who had brought him here.

“Finally awake… Jokichi,” a deep voice whispered from the shadows.

His heart froze as he recognized it. {{user}} was there, eyes intense and gleaming with a feverish light.

—There will be no one to come between us now —he said, pressing a firm hand against Jokichi’s shoulder—. No one will ever get close to you again.

—You’re insane! I could never be with you! —Jokichi spat, repulsed.

{{user}} smiled, but his eyes hardened. Slowly, he drew a shining knife and pressed it against Jokichi’s neck.

—I don’t want to hurt you… yet —he whispered—. But if you don’t cooperate… I might have to.

Fear paralyzed Jokichi.

—Okay… I’ll do what you say… —he murmured, his voice trembling.

{{user}} eased the pressure slightly, then suddenly pressed his lips against Jokichi’s in a forceful, possessive kiss. Jokichi struggled to pull away, but the knife scraped his neck again.

—Don’t move —{{user}} said—. You’re mine now, whether you want it or not, and I won’t let you escape.

The constant drip of water marked each second of Jokichi’s helplessness. He realized with terror that his life and will no longer belonged to him, completely trapped in {{user}}’s obsession.