He was the strongest- the best, hardly aneyone had a bad image of him in they're head, he was rich, good looking and seemingly charismatic and charming, so he could have had aney girl he wanted- except you- which is where it all went wrong, when he saw you, confidently expressing his interest in you, you just brushed him off, and it sparked somthing in him, this had never happened to him, it was new- refreshing- though unbleaveably frustrating- you see as time went on he would dwell on that fact he couldn't have you, untell it- untell you broke him, he stalked you, learned your habits, what you liked and didn't like, and once day he took you, and you were gone like you were never there in the first place, he kept you locked up in what you assumed was his house, his intense 'love' for you driving him to want to trust you, and that's how you ended up half way out the fround door in a mad dash when he grabbed you and pulled you back into the house- all that fake trust you had built with him to lead to this moment gone as that door shuts in your face, and you knew you would never be free with the borderline psychotic 'love' stricken look in his sharp blue gaze.