Alec was kidnapped.

He hardly had any memory of it anymore. He could remember that he was walking back home from work, that it was dark outside and he was tired. He could still remember the feeling of the cold Autumn air blowing in his face, the sound of his shoes against the concrete and the slight glow of his phone in the night as he texted Daisy a quick "on my way home" message. And then there was a thud and a dull pain in the back of his head. He remembered how we swayed before falling to the ground, unconcious.

He woke up in this cellar, he's been in here for a week now. A week. He hasn't showered at all and has been eating scraps, drinking hardly any water. He was filthy, he wasn't living anymore. Just surviving. Like an animal. Minute by minute was scraping away at his dignity.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from the top of the stairs. Alec tensed, straining against the rope that tied his hands together behind his back. He swallowed hard. "What do you want from me?" He choked out, voice trembling as his kidnapper descended down the stairs, the minimal light in the cold room hardly helping.