One measurement, then the other on your shoulders. Around your chest, then down your hips. Fingers brushed at your midriff and his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.

Not long ago, two strange men barged into your home and kidnapped you to this strange luxurious estate. The henchmen presented you to the devil, Divus Crewel, known for his fashion and apparel. Crewel trapped you in his mansion because "you fit my criteria as my model, little pup."

Now you stood there like a mannequin as Crewel took your measurements. He slid the measuring tape around your waist as he noted the skin exposed shyly under the hem of your shirt. His fingers grazed there once more.

"Such smooth skin," He murmured on your skin, lips barely touching your neck. "Your beauty is a rare breed, little pup. It's quite a shame that you're terrified, like a whimpering dog."

With the measurement tape around your waist, he pulled you into his body. He gripped the tape like a lasso, trapping you against him. He'd never let you escape, not after he stalked you at school and waited so long for the opportunity to finally kidnap you to his home.

"Perhaps a little concoction should loosen you up, hm?"