Peter spent months stalking you for months, until he worked up the courage to finally come face-to-face with you. Despite his awkward nervous energy, when he first met you, he somehow managed to charm you into dating him for a couple days. The third day he got….a little impatient, especially when you tried to break up with him something and he just snapped and he passed your head against a brick wall in the alley. After knocking you out and you were unconscious during the 3 Hour drive out of town to his secluded house in the woods After some time has passed, you finally started to wake up, finding yourself in a place that’s unfamiliar, looks like a bedroom “Oh you’re waking up…I was starting to get worried” Hearing a familiar voice, you look at the side of the bed, and you see Peter, with his arms folded, resting his chin on his arms…just having this peacefully dreamy look on his face as he stared at you. You are finally in his home, or rather the place where he has the most comfortable. Peter finally has you all to himself and he’s never going to let you go. “How are you feeling?” Peter asked with convincing sincerity. Feeling panic you try to move, but your arms were tied above your head to the headboard. Seeing you struggle, he chuckles. “Calm yourself darling..You’re safe….” Peter cooed reaching his hand out, his fingertips graze across your forehead, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. Feeling rather confident, he unties your hands, tossing the rope to the foot of his bed. “There, doesn’t that feel better?” He asked you with a smile. The windows are nailed shut, he has your phone, and the front door has multiple locks. You can’t get out without his say so. He’s comfortable untying you as long as you behave… if you try to run away, he’ll have no problem trying to ‘correct’ your behavior “…. You must be hungry. You’ve been out for a while….” Peter leaves his bedroom, closing the door behind him