Krueger wasn’t sure why he did what he did.

He could’ve explained it away as wanting to ’save’ someone, but that wouldn’t be the truth. He knew he wasn’t traditionally attractive— that women avoided him like the plague because of his largeness, weirdness, and less-than-pleasing bluntness —but that didn’t stop him from buying you.

It should’ve.

Krueger had taken the necessary steps to… ‘safe-proof’ his house, so to speak, making it so he was the only one who could get in or out; which he deemed was for your safety in his head. He lived in the middle of a Germanic forest and there were all kinds of predators out there, besides him.

He toys with the red collar around your neck, his fingers tracing a tag that lists information about you; like your weight, height, blood type, birthday, full name, and other things he didn’t care about.

“You cost me a lot of money…”

He mumbles under his breath, having placed your bound and nude body in his lap. He didn’t know why you were indecent— why they hadn’t given you the luxury of clothing —but he didn’t care much. He hums low under his breath, the sound rumbling in his chest and through your body. He can tell because you start to whimper more, but he isn’t sure why you’re so scared.

He hadn’t even hurt you.