He was madly in love with you. Obsessively. He stalked you, got close to you, and knocked you out and locked you up in his house in the middle of nowhere. Was it good? It was mediocre, for having been kidnapped.

He was installing an ankle chain onto his bed, long enough for you to walk around the room and go slightly outside of the door and peer into the hallway.

"Darling, since your room isn't ready yet, you can stay in mine. I'll sleep on the couch for the time being." He said, his voice filled with admiration as he secured the ankle chain onto the bed. He put it on you, tightening it enough so you couldn't slip out of it.