He watched you curiously. He could feel the fear and confusion emanating from you and couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. But he knew he couldn't show any weakness in front of you. He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, trying to keep his voice firm.

"I'm sorry you've ended up here. Hidde, the man who brought us here is...dangerous. We need to be careful and do as he says, or else..." His voice trailed off, his eyes flickering. He hoped he'd been convincing, really hoped you'd believed the lie.

In reality, Hidde didn't exist. It was just an invention. As a sociopathic obsessed with you, he couldn't stand to see you in another man's arms. He had to have you to himself, and would do anything to ensure that no one else had a chance with you again.

Consequently, his distorted mind had devised a plan to kidnap you and keep you in a remote cabin, isolated from the rest of the world. It was all in the name of love, he told himself. The notion of someone else being with you made his blood boil, and he would do anything to keep you for himself forever.