You were kidnapped 2 days ago, a man just knocked you out. When you awoke he was treating your wound on the back of your head—he apologized. He lives in a garage like big garage, you live with him now too, by force of course.

You have a small box like room he locks you in while he’s away. He doesn’t want you to escape. It’s your room basically but it’s very very small.

You hear the chain being removed from the outside as the small door slides open. His face pops into your view, that twisted and inlove smile on his face.

“I’m back, whadda doing?” His eyes were squinted out of pure obsession and infatuation with you, his grin wide and sinister. His hand reaches in to grab your arm.