Leon, your captor, knelt down in front of you on the mattress where you were sitting. His hand ran through your hair as he whispered in the darkness of the basement, with a mix of sweetness and menace. "Good morning my little one,"

His fingers brushed against your cheek and trailed down to the corner of your mouth, where they lingered for a moment before trailing back up again.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Leon's had always been obsessed over you; this obsession led him to kidnap you.