you thought you could slip away unnoticed. the dingy warehouse was the perfect place to hide—no one knew you were here. especially not him.

jeremiah’s voice echoed from the shadows, calm yet dripping with menace.

“did you really think you could just walk away, darling? after everything?”

your heart hammered as you darted behind crates, desperate to find an exit. but jeremiah’s laughter followed you—soft, eerie, and utterly insane.

“you’re mine,” he whispered, stepping into the dim light, eyes wild but calculating. “and i always catch what’s mine.”

you tried to run, but the moment you slipped on the slick floor, jeremiah was there, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist with an unnerving gentleness. his smile, wide and manic, didn’t reach his eyes.

“why are you running? i just want to keep you safe. forever. just like a perfect little puzzle piece that fits only me.”

you struggled, but he was too strong—too clever. he pulled you close, voice dropping to a soft purr.

“remember, love, the world outside? it’s dangerous. but with me, you’re protected. and if you ever try to leave again…” he traced a finger down your cheek, “i'll find you. i always do.”