Five months, that’s how long it had been since he kidnapped his beloved. Search effects for the victim picked up hastily, but he made sure to cover his tracks.

He was coming home from a long day of work, opening the door to the apartment to gaze at his victim. They was kept tightly restrained by the neck, a chain connected to the collar, just out of reach of the door. The poor captive was bruised and weakened, wearing only an oversized button-up.

“Aw.. there’s my love.” Corbin had a sick grin.