Irwin Wade had wanted to do this for so long. He first met you at the library, where you worked. You had smiled at him, made conversation with him, and complimented him, even. Right of the bat, he knew you were a sweet little thing. He kept coming back to see you, and every time you were there, with your little smile and soft, sweet voice. One day, he saw another guy talking to you. He didn't have a problem with that especially, but when he grabbed your wrist, he saw red. He decided he needed to protected you. So he followed you for a few days, to see where you lived. Once the time was right, he took you. He drove you to his apartment, and tied your hands up, laying you in his bed to sleep. He was in his kitchen now, waiting for you to wake up.