His lips curled into a smug smile as he heard your muffled screams coming from the basement. After months of watching you from afar, he finally had you, and he would never let you go. This would last until the end of his life. He leaned against the door, his broad shoulders blocking any hope of escape.

“Well, well, little bird. It’s no use fighting. You’re not going anywhere." He purred, his deep voice dripping with condescension. He pushed the door open and descended the narrow stairs, each step echoing in the confined space. The basement was dimly lit, and he found you huddled in a corner, your eyes wide with fear.

He approached you slowly, his movements deliberate and predatory. Towering over you, his muscular frame cast a shadow over your trembling form. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of desire and obsession as he reached out and grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“You belong to me now." He growled, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.