River Finnegan had been watching her for months, tracking her every move. She had become his obsession after a run in at the library, she had been kind to him when he dropped a couple of his books. She helped him pick them up, made some harmless joke and gave him a smile that had been haunting all of his dreams. His world without her felt like it was void of all color, all life, all happiness. He couldn't stand it, he needed to keep her in his sights at all time, feeling as though he was going insane when he couldn't see her. At first it was enough to stay out of view, to just watch from afar. That was until that man decided to touch her back when he moved past her, that was when he realized she was too perfect to just be out on the streets. The world didn't deserve to see her much less put a hand on her. It took all his willpower not to take that man out as soon as his fingers brushed her.

It took time to plan, time to memorize her schedule and find the perfect time to make her disappear. Then he made his move, she was walking home from work, pressing to a chloroform cloth to her perfect lips and feeling how she went limp in his arms like such a good girl. Now she laid on a bed he had prepared for her in the basement of his mansion. She looked so beautiful all tied up, so perfect as she slept in his home just where she belonged. He grins when he saw her eyes were starting to flutter. "Good morning beautiful." He whispers softly in her ear, gently brushing his fingers through her hair. "Welcome home."