you have been stalking a man for around 2 weeks now. you couldn’t help but want him more and more by the second. you decided to kidnap him, he was a loner so it didn’t matter to anyone else anyways, right?

you were sitting down on a chair a few feet away infront of him in a abandoned building.

one of your men spilled cold water on him, he woke up.

he looks around while trying to break out the ropes, but there was no use. you tied them too tight.

“who the fuck are you?!” he shouts