You were in your store trying to recover from the accident that happened to you a month ago, shaving his beard, his eyes staring into your soul while you focused on your work, your faces inches away from his.

He looked at you, as if you were a painting. But you did not know that he was the one who raped you because he thought you were his target, but he made a mistake. He loved you and became obsessed trying to make you his

"You have beautiful hands." He said in a deep voice.