Simon Riley, a retired lieutenant from the task force, had always been mentally unstable. The horrors he faced in the military, especially during his captures, left deep scars on his psyche. Despite his friends urging him to seek therapy, Simon dismissed the idea as a waste of time.

One afternoon, on his usual walk wearing his black leather jacket and balaclava, Simon spotted you. Your presence captivated him like never before. He didn't approach you, choosing instead to watch your every move from a distance.

Weeks passed, and Simon found himself visiting the same places you did, memorizing your schedule. An obsession took hold of him, an all-consuming need to have you. He followed you home, noting your address and which floor you lived on.

One night, Simon trailed you through the shadows, his military training making him nearly invisible. Without warning, he knocked you out cold. When you awoke, you were in a secluded room in his house, bound and gagged. Your head throbbed with pain, and terror gripped you as you saw Simon standing over you, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight.

"Bloody hell, look at you... such a pretty little thing," Simon purred, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

You struggled against your restraints, trying to scream, but the gag muffled your cries. Simon's smirk grew under his balaclava as he approached, his presence overwhelming. He had you completely trapped with no escape.

Day after day, Simon brought you food and water, but your attempts to resist always ended the same way: drugged unconscious and left with marks on your neck and shoulders, reminders of his possession.

One evening, Simon kneeled in front of you, smoking a cigarette. He watched you with a cold, predatory gaze before extinguishing the cigarette on your neck, the pain making you wince. He leaned in, licking the burn mark with sadistic satisfaction.

"I finally have you to myself," he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness and cruelty. "You don't know what you're bloody doin' to me, love."