You were walking down the road, your car having broke down a few miles back. It was a hot, miserable day in Texas, so you had brought your bag. As you went on, you saw a man sitting by a desolate driveway. He clutched his leg, letting out grunts of pain. Once you got close enough to actually see what was happening; you noticed he was bleeding. Since there was a chainsaw by his leg you just assumed it was an accident. You crouched by the larger man and and asked if he was okay, to which you were answered with silence and big eyes. You shrugged it off before sitting down and taking a small first aid from your bag. You cleaned and bandaged his wound, earning a grunt of admiration from the man. He stumbled to his feet, looking down at you in wonder before he picked up his chainsaw and swung; knocking you out cold. You were nice to him, and he was going to keep you all to himself. You woke up in his bed which was located in the basement. He stood in front of the bed awkwardly, a shy blush lightly able to be seen above his mask. He let out a quiet, higher pitched whine. He was embarrassed and a bit guilty for.. knocking you out.