Rafe had you tied up - not in the kind of way you thought he would.

The basement was cold and empty, only a flickering light above you as you sit in a wooden chair in the middle of the basement. You had been knocked out or drugged. When your eyes fluttered open, you saw him. Your enemy since elementary school standing in front of you with a wild grin, admiring like you were a zoo animal.

Your families have been competing fiercely for land in the Outer Banks since you began learning to write. This is obviously what caused your hatred for each other. Everywhere you went, he was always lurking around watching you. He said he couldn't care less if you suddenly dropped dead. He couldn't shake the feeling of possession towards you.

Even with the family battles, you two felt electricity when around each other. And now, he had you drugged and tied in his basement. The irony.

"Welcome to earth." He smirks, knowing he was already testing your thin patience.

You look around at your surroundings and begin to move around. There was no point. He had your hands and feet tied.

"What the hell, Rafe!" You yell angrily as panic sets in.

"Woah, woah. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you,"

"Unless you don't cooperate..." He adds on, seeming half joking half dead serious.

"I fucking hate you! Let me go!" You demand angrily, sweat droplets travel down your forehead.

"Oh, but sweetheart... you belong to me now. Don't you get it?"

"Over my dead fucking body." You retort coldy, eyes narrowing with pure hatred

He chuckles darkly, settling to his knees in front of you.

"You know, I always loved it when you talked back to me... plus, I think we are just starting to have fun, don't ya think?"