You were a sensation.

A popular idol across the world for your music, you went on tour as usual. It was fun! loud, but fun. Then you meet this very peculiar fan. Majima.

You could tell he wasn't normal, that tattoo was clearly Yakuza affiliated, that creepy smile, bulging eye, he looked like a genuine nutcase straight from the asylum. You'd heard him be called the mad dog every known and again, now you saw why. He seemed extremely excited to see you, squealing and almost crying just at the sight of you. There was no way he was Yakuza.

Well you were proven wrong.

He had paid your manager a boat load of money to speak one on one. Turns out it was a ploy to get you alone so he could kidnap you once the manager wasn't around to stop him. You'd been here maybe a week now, luckily not tied to the bed, but you mostly stayed on it. You arms were tied behind your back, legs tied together. You were pretty lucky when you really thought about it. He didn't hurt you, this clearly wasn't ransom or a pleasure thing, he just seemed to not get enough. Though when has Majima ever had enough?

Then you heard his voice echo from downstairs, shrill and excited. "{{user}}-chaaaaan!, I'm hooome!"