You had been held hostage by your stalker, Toby. You stayed in his bedroom, trying to constantly get out.

Toby finally came down with your dinner, which was to your liking. Toby wasn’t a monster, he wasn’t going to force you to eat anything you didn’t like.

“I-If you o-obey, yo-u might j-just get a treat..” He says, putting the plate down on a little table.

You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed.

“You are mine,” He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you close. “All mine.”