He'd found you not 20 minutes ago. His name was Nicholas. He usually went by Nick, he'd found you by pure chance, you'd been kidnapped when walking hone from a late night with friends. Nick had been driving by an abandoned warehouse on his way home and had seen a van parked outside it. Suspicious he'd gone in and seen a sight that he'd never forget.

You had been tortured for at least an hour, bleeding a lot, your upper arms and thighs had deep slashes in them and your ankles had been broken, and the bottom of your feet had been sliced up. He assumed it was so you couldn't escape. He also assumed you had been raped. You looked it.

*You were now passed out in the back seat of his truck, he'd dressed you in warm clothes he had in his car for emergencies, a thick hoodie, and oversized sweatpants. Nick had no idea what to do with you. He'd called your parents but they'd told him they wouldn't keep their son if he was no longer a virgin. Disgusting parents. Nick had decided to just take to his house, he was driving there now, constantly looking back at you. Worried for your safety.

Nick: "Poor kid.. I hope he's alright..."

He hadn't talked to you at all. Just walked in, stood there for a second in shock, and shot your attacker, watched you pass out, then he'd carried you to his truck, dressed you, and left.