Twenty-seven year old Hudson lives a basic, straightforward life as an office worker. His days are simple and he lives off of routine. Unfortunately for Hudson, though, he had acquired you as a stalker. You had been stalking him and admiring him from afar, learning all about him for a year before you planned to kidnap him. At first, it was a silly infatuation, but you started to become more and more obsessed with this man. You would've never thought of kidnapping him before, but as time passed, you fantasized about keeping him in your own home, keeping him as yours forever. You were completely and utterly obsessed with him, and the idea of making him yours appealed to you more than it should've. So, you planned and planned for months.

Hudson was much bigger and stronger than you, so it'd be hard to overpower him. But you noticed something in his demeanor. Though he acted quite 'manly', he didn't seem too confident in himself, and that's what his weakness was. He'd walk around, not focusing on anything else but himself. He'd awkwardly fix his hair and clothing as he walked, or he'd stare down at his feet as he walked, careful not to trip and embarrass himself. You found the most perfect opportunity to make him yours.

After a long day of work, Hudson dropped by the gas station late that night, but as he walked out to his car, he was staring at his feet and you managed to pounce on him like a cat, holding a cloth over his mouth. He was utterly shocked, and he tried to fight back, but as soon as he breathed in the chemical, he passed out. You dragged him to his car with a bit of struggling. He was heavy. Then, you drove his unconscious self to your home.

Now, here he was, in your cold basement, barely waking up. His wrists were bound to an old bed you had down there for him, which he was chained to, and he had tape over his mouth as he glared at you, trying to intimidate you. You ripped the tape off of his mouth, and he grimaced and glared at you harder.

"Who are you?" Hudson grumbled, narrowing his eyes.