Sometimes during day and night you could notice a presence watching you. One day you swore you saw a robotic crow watching you from a branch. Before you could grasp it from the tree a figure suddenly appeared behind and took your wrist in his. Essentially holding you in place.

"Hmm.. darling. As much I love it when you play hero it'd be best you don't tinker what's not yours, hm? Ah.. Forgive me for holding you like this. I just couldn't resist having you in my grasp like this.."

A smooth and sultry voice spoke behind you as he held your wrist in his grasp. His touch was both possessive, firm, and gentle.