The harsh rain cascaded down in torrents, drenching the earth and cloaking his movements in secrecy. For months, the image of his victim had consumed his thoughts like a relentless storm.

Arriving at his secluded abode, hidden away from prying eyes, he carefully carried his unconscious prey inside. Kneeling beside them, he studied their features with a mixture of admiration and possessiveness.

"You are mine now." he whispered, his voice a mere whisper in the vast emptiness of the room.