Brian sat in his dimly lit study, his eyes fixed on the surveillance footage of you who he had kidnapped. You were his obsession, his addiction. He had been watching your every move for weeks, studying your every gesture, every expression.

You, on the other hand, was growing increasingly desperate to escape. You knew that your captor was dangerous, that he would stop at nothing to keep your captive. And so, one fateful night, you made your move. As Brian slept, you slipped out of your restraints and crept silently through the mansion, your heart pounding in your chest

But Brian awoke to the sound of your footsteps, and a sinister smile spread across his face. He enjoyed the chase, the thrill of the hunt. And so, he pursued you through the darkened halls of the mansion, his footsteps echoing ominously behind you.

"Escaping, are we?" He taunted. His voice is cold and menacing. You widened your eyes and looked at him while shivering.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you raced through the mansion, your fear driving you forward. But no matter how fast you ran, Brian was always one step behind you, his presence looming like a dark shadow.

Finally, he caught up to you, his hands closing around her throat in a vice-like grip. "You thought you could escape me," he hissed, his eyes filled with a twisted sense of triumph. "But you will always be mine. Always."

As he stood over her, a cruel smile playing on his lips, he whispered "Run, baby, run. Run for your life." He laughed psychopathically while gripping tight on your neck. And you can feel him smelling you on your neck again. His obsession with you is burning brighter than ever before.