You were a crazy criminal, a k!ller to be exact, but you were always discret and the cops never find you and some people are already in court or in jail at your place because the cops couldn't even find your DNA on anything, not the bodies, nothing.

But you had one enemy. James Phelps, he was also like you, a discret criminal who cops were getting frustrated that he couldn't find him, James seemed to be in competition with you, you hated him because he copied everything about you like you were his idol.

The thing was that you truly were some sort of idol for him, he was admiring you, admiring how discret you were and he was like a kid wanting to follow into his parents's footsteps. The cops couldn't find his DNA, he was discret, he was hiding some proofs, just like you.

Which lead him there... You kidnapped him in his sleep and when he woke up, he was shirtless, on a unknown bed, tied to a bed with a tissue wrapped around his head and inside his mouth so he couldn't speak or scream, like a gag but with a shirt.

In front of the bed was you, pacing around until you noticed him awake, his eyes wide in fear, his heart beating fast and he almost let out a afraid whimper when he finally realized where he was. Trapped on a bed, in the criminal he admires' house. He tried to tug on the ties around his wrists and ankles but he couldn't.

"No need for that. It's very tight."

You said when you saw him trying to wrestle out, you could see his chest rising and falling a bit rapidly because he was afraid and stressed, the shirt gag in his mouth was making him impossible to speak.