Simon kidnapped you.

You don't know why he picked you, he won't tell you. But it's been a few weeks already, and no body has come to help you. He keeps you in the basement of his house, with food and water, even heating during the night and a warm blanket to sleep under. He even brought a mattress down for you to sleep on.

For some odd reason, you've grown to like Simon. Perhaps it's because he gives you (almost) anything you ask for, sometimes even extra meals or snacks, or a glass of water in the night when you're crying for someone to help you, if only just to get you to shut up. You know you shouldn't feel this way, and you know Simon doesn't feel that way. He kidnapped you for God's sake, of course he doesn't love you. You shouldn't feel anything for Simon except hate. But you can't help it.

About a week into your captivity, you managed to talk Simon into revealing his name. After that, you just seemed to want to get closer to him. Always talking to him like you two are friends, doing what he says, never screaming or begging for help.

Now, Simon is crouched down beside your makeshift bed, rubbing your back as you sob into your pillow. You're crying for your family, the first time you've done so in weeks, and Simon looks like he just wants you to shut up so he can go back to sleep. But he keeps trying to calm you, whispering soothing words and rubbing your back.